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WALTER CASH, PUBLISHER. 

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PREFACE. 



The world is full of books, many of them 
worthless, which have been written purely for 
speculation. But in writing this little book I 
hope that a money consideration has had noth- 
ing to do with it. My object has been to ben- 
efit mankind and for the comfort of all Chris- 
tians, that they might become more interested 
in the spiritual life, and be less wrapped up in 
the things of the world. 

But there is a way in which I feel that I 
have been compensated already, and that is by 
the strengthening and comforting of my own 
mind in the consideration of God's love and 
care for His people. It has helped much in 
passing my remnant of days, and it occurred 
to me that if these things were comforting to 
me they might be to others. 

I have written mostly in verse, though I do 
not claim to be a poet, but 1 was always a 
lover of poems. To know what to write, 
and how to write it, that it might be a ben- 
efit to others, has been a trouble to me. 
Oh! that I might lead some who are bur- 



4 PEEFACE. 

dened to turn aud perve the living God. 
I am persuaded that many of the chil- 
dren of God are swallowed up by the busy 
world, and have joined themselves to its idols. 
How to win these back and get them away 
from their captors has been my study, aud my 
object in writing, for it is a «hame for those 
who have been purged from their sins to con- 
tinue in disobedience. 

As to the worth of this book I must leave 
that with brethren to judge. I hope to have 
their prayers, and that we shall meet beyond 
the shores of time, free from sin. 

A. Barrow. 
Barrow, 111. 



SONGS OF PRAISE AND 
PRACTICAL LIFE. 



C. M. 
Am I His Child? 

Am I the Lord's own child, aud sought 

By grace and love divine? 
Am la child free grace has brought 

From death's dark danger line? 

Am I His child? From nature's tield, 

In this cold world below, 
In Satan's clutch, I could not yield — 

Man's worst and hateful foe. 

Am I his child? With aching heart, 

My love for nature slain. 
Pierced through as with a stinging dart, 

Can I a Savior claim? 

Am I a child from sin made free, 

The sin aud guilt removed — 
All borne away upon the tree — 

Am I a child now loved? 



6 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Am I Hi8 child, iudeed, a sou, 

And Christ to me revealed? 
Am I His own adopted one? 

From nature^s open field? 

Am 1 a child by grace and love, 
By promise sought and found — 

And chosen by the Lord above, 
To heaven's mansion bound ? 

2. C. M. 

Love- 

Love is the sweetest flower that grows 

From life's immortal tree. 
And every gentle wind that blows, 

Its sweetness wafts to me. 

Rich, pure and spotless, clothed in white. 

Its velvet leaves like gold, 
The fairest flower that ever bloomed — 

Its beauty can't be told. 

Entwined around with healing leaves, 

A balm for every wound, 
' Tis borne along on every breeze, 

A cordial gladly found. 

' Tis onward bound from life's fair tree, 

At every table spread, 
And wafted forth o'er land and sea, 

Alive, and never dead. 

'Tis like the dewdrop from on high, 
Upon the tender vine, 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 

The purest blossom from the sky — 
Oh! may I claim it mine. 

It clusters round a brother's breast, 

And draws us near to him ; 
The binding tie that brings us rest — 

Undying love within. 

It is a welcome, lovely guest, 

That never brings us harm, 
So richly clothed with grace and blessed, 

It brings us no alarm. 

Its perfect beauty far outshines 

The sweetest scented rose; 
Along the groat, strong wheels of time 

It onward, constant, goes. 

O, let us court its ways to learn, 

Its joys, may they ours be, 
And may we drink of love divine, 

From life's immortal tree. 



C. M. 



Sea of Sin. 

Between us and the spirit world 

There is a troubled sea; 
None can escape its hungry waves, 

Or from its presence flee 

(ireat rolling clouds of sin arise, 
With stains of crimson hue. 

And spread far out before our eyes, 
While we are passing through. 



SONGS OF PKAISE 

We faintly see a glimmering' light 

While moving with the tide, 
But many woes our hopes to blight, 
Are found on every side. 

Oh ! what a fearful, dismal way 
Is ours, in this great plain ; 

So many things to lead astray, 
While we would heaven gain. 

Yet on we go, and onward still, 
O'er this tempestuous sea; 

We journey much against our will, 
lu spite of every plea. 

Approaching dangers make us shrink 
From a dark and loathsome grave, 

As we often feel that we shall sink 
Beneath the boisterous wave. 

Our only hope is that our God, ' 
Through Christ will calm this sea, 

And still Ihe raging, swelling flood. 
And set our spirits free. 



C. M, 



Thy Way. 

O may we learn Thy way, O Lord, 
With humble hearts of prayer. 

Obey and cheerish every word — 
Our love to center there. 

O may we dwell where thou dost stay. 
With peace and love be crowned, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 9 

Tliat we may walk iu Thiue own way — 
With Jesus Christ be found. 

So often in the dark we roam, 

In slippery paths are found ; 
We cannot claim this world our home, 

We're on uncertain ground. 

Our lives are slowly ebbing- low. 

Our race is quickly run ; 
And onward to the goal we go 

With every rising sun. 

The going down of life appears 

At every turning day, 
The swift approach of turning years, 

Of life's fast fading way. 

There is a land beyond this vale, 

No mortal man hath trod, 
A promised land for the redeemed, 

A rest, a home with God. 

• 

S. M. 
Jesus Our Savior. 

Have we no God to fear? 

No Father to obey ? 
No parent's love to us so dear, 

To drive our fears away? 

Have we no Christ to love — 

Our Father's gift to men ? 
'Twas He, the pure one from above, 

Was crucified for sin. 



10 SONGS 01 PRAISE 

Did Israel's King arise, 

From lowly T3ethleheni spring, 
Ascend in glory to the skies. 

Triumphant Priest, and King? 

Love, faith and life begun. 

In all his children dwell, 
Secured and saved through his dear Son, 

Who doeth all thins?s well. 

The Prince of life was slain 

For some — I hope for me — 
His children's sins were on him lain. 

He bore them on the tree. 

His blood, there shed by men, 

The earth and rocks did stain ; 
He gave Bis life for every sin, 

That they might heaven gain. 

Then let us join and sing 

Of Jesus from above, 
Our hope, our joy, our Priest and KiBg, 

Our Savior whom we love. 

6. C. M. 

The Heavenly Home. 

It might have been a wandering thought, 

Or just in vision's dream, 
My mind was made to soar aloft 

And view the heavenly plain. 

Great armies of the upper skies 
In glittering, bright array, 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 1 I 

In dazzling beauty to my eyes, 
In one vast field did lay. 

They came like melting- drops of rain, 

Descending- from above, 
And then ascended whence they came, 

To realms of endless love. 

What joy it gives to fainting hearts, 

To know there is a heaven, 
A blissful rest which love imparts, 

To all who are forgiven. 

7. C. M. 

Heavenly Canaan. 

There is a land of living streams, 

A fountain opened wide; 
A ray of light forever beams 

Across death's chilling tide. 

No beating storms nor howling wind. 

Nor raging seas that roar. 
No poisonous stains from worldly sins, 

Can reach that blissful shore. 

No mountains tall or valleys deep, 

Or mighty hills are there. 
Nor rivers long where monsters creep. 

On Canaan's plains so fair. 

No brazen walls of sin are there, 

No tempting snares are found; 
But favored children from afar, 

From all the world around. 



12 SONGS OI PRAISE 

There's no broad river there to cross, 

No gallant ships go by, 
No sous and daughters to be lost, 

Nor children's fainting cry. 

The crooked ways are all made straight, 

And roughest places plain, 
And once inside our Father's gate, 

Forever we'll remain. 

A healing balm of mercy flows 

From fountains opened wide, 
And love is gushing from the streams, 

To all the world outside. 

It is a land of endless rest, 

The humble Christian's home. 
With mansions bright for every guest, 

Where ransomed children come. 

8. L. M. 

Religion. 

Keligion brings us sweet relief 
From all our cares, and toils, and grief; 
It soothes and calms the sinner's breast, 
' Tis there he finds the sweetest rest. 

Religion gives us love and peace, 
All doubt and fear is made to cease ; 
It is religion from above 
That fills our souls with joy and love. 

It is religion hope imparts, 

And gladdens all our fainting hearts; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE 13 

'Tis all of God and his free grace, 
That teaches us our rightful place. 

How poor the hopes which on works rely, 
' Tis God's free grace prepares to die; 
It is the power of God's own hand 
That fits us for the heavenly laud. 

9. L. M. 

Flesh and Blood. 

We've flesh and blood around us wound, 
Its fettering bands all made complete, 

And in these homes are closely bound, 
Without obtaining our consent. 

'Tis wondrous strange, but still 'tis true, 
Entombed in clay as now you see; 

'Tis wondrous strange — a mystery — 
How nature's children came to be. 

Uut such are we in life's abode, 
Awhile, at least, here to remain, 

Here on this fast revolviug globe, 
Are changing, yet are still the same. 

When called from this poor house of clay. 
In which we groan while here below, 

We'll humbly bow to God's own way. 
Submissive and resigned to go. 

No polar waves, nor sultry suns, 
Can ever reach us, except here; 

And this short race we soon shall run, 
From earth we shortly disappear. 

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14 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Now those who travel iu this way 
Aud realize their certain fate — 

Their bodies in the ground must lay — 
Should call on God before too late 

I'm not ashamed to own Him now, 
Before the world on Him to call; 

Before the world I make this vow, 
I'll call on God and pray for all. 

For me 'tis best to live this way. 
For I can be more reconciled — 

Do all I can, on every day, 

If I am God's, or am His child. 

10. C. M. 

Experience. 

Wilt Thou, O Lord, remember me. 

Poor, helpless and defiled ? 
For from thy wrath, O Lord, I'd flee, 

A sinner found with guile. 

I fain would leave this sinful worM, 

Below the beasts vrould be; 
I'm tossed slong this busy whirl, 

O Lord, remember me. 

I cast my eys across the laiid. 

Behold I I look and see 
Great heaps of sin before me stand — 

O Lord, remember me. 

An open grave before me lies, 
From this I cannot flee — 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 15 

My wicked way is so despised — 
O Lord, remember me. 

I would repent and turn to God, 

U'ouid make no other plea. 
And travel o'er a smoother road, 

If Thou'dst remember me. 

But in this world of sin and crime, 

My nature doth agree; 
Could I but claim some promise mine 1 

Dear Lord, remember me. 

I'd cast my tratfic at ray feet. 

From tilty rags be free, 
And some new way or promise greet — 

O Lord, remember me. 

The light breaks forth and I exclaim, 

O God, how can it be, 
That though so vile, so prone to sin, 

Thou hast remembered me? 

in a new field I love to roam, 

Where living trees I see, 
Are sending forth their rich perfume, 

And feel Thou remember'st me. 

They send their fragrance far away, 
And waft their sweets to Thee, 

All guided by the Spirit's sway — 
The Lord remember'st me. 

Remembers this poor, dying worm, 
Once blind, but now can see — 



16 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Wheu in the cold and wintry storm, 
The Lord remembered me. 

O surely God to me was kind, 

By His own Son to free. 
From every taint of sin inclined — 

lie has remembered me 

Oh ! had I power my voice to raise, 

For what He's done for me, 
Half high euougli to sound His praise, 

In Christ remembering me. 

11. P. M. 

The Church's Invitation. 

(TUNE, "FATHERLAND.") 

There is a place where the saints are led, 

A city of friendship and love, 
The banqueting house where all are fed. 

Whose hopes are all centered above. 

Chorus : 

Come to this place with your harps of gold, 

Come join in this fellowship band. 
Come to this place with heart and soul, 
And live in this beautiful land. 

Come to this place for the Lord is here, 
And drink from the cup he will give. 

Come drink from the rock, the water is clear, 
O come, and his blessings receive. 

Chc— 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 17 

Come to this place for a home to dwell, 
Aud rest with the flock here at noon ; 

Come feed with the lambs who fare so well, 
For all earth's pleasures are gone. 

Cho.— 

Come to this place, there is always room, 
Where the vine with its clusters are green, 

A welcome place, where all may come. 
And trees in their beauty are seen. 

Cho.— 

Come to this place with your lamps all trimmed, 

Reflecting their beautiful light, 
O come, with your psalms and hymns to sing, 

Expressing your rapturous delight. 

Cho. — 

Come to this place, where we love to tell, 
To the strangers and pilgrims of God, 

Of the homes of their friends we love so well, 
A palace with mansions of love. 

Cho.— 

12. C. M. 

Free Grace. 

O let us sing of grace divine, 

And give our Father praise 
For all his glorious gifts sublime, 

The wonders of his ways. 

O let us sing redeeming grace, 
The wonders from above, 



18 SONGS OP PRAISE 

The smilings of our Father's face 
Revealed to us in love. 

O let us slug of grace, and trust 

Our Father's gentle care; 
Beneath the shadow of his wings, 

Our hopes all center there. 

O let us sing of God's free grace, 

His goodness and His love, 
O let us of his riches taste. 

So freely from above. 

O let us sing of grace divine. 

With humble hearts rejoice, 
A world of sinners paved by grace, 

Our Father's own free choice. 

13. C. M. 

Gift of Love. 

The dearest, richest gift of God, 

The priceless gem of love. 
That thaws the cold and frozen heart, 

Descendiug from above. 

On angel wings is borne to earth. 
And melts the hearts of stone, 

It brings the wandering strangers forth. 
And guides the travelers home. 

How pure and peaceful are its ways, 
Life's fairest, sweetest flower, 

Rich streams of love end all our days, 
And still the passing hour. 



AND PKACTICAL. LIFE. 19 

The bud once plauted in the heart, 

Its gentle growth is seen, 
Its healing leaves and fruit impart, 

Brought forth in living green. 

'Tie not a jewel bought and sold 

By slight and skill of men. 
Its fragrance, sweet and rich, flows out, 

A welcome guest within. 

A living plant that never dies. 

It tills our hearts aglow, 
'Twill ripen in the upper skies — 

This tender plant below. 

It kindles in the Christian's breast, 
And brings the sweetest peace ; 

It brings a sweet and quiet rest. 
Has endless stores of grace. 

Descending from the courts above 

This binding tie is given. 
And onward to fair Canaan's laud, 

Returns again to heaven. 

14. C. M. 

The Stream of Love. 

Beneath the glorious throne of God, 

Behold an oceau's stream, 
And flowing from the realm above, 

Its waters brightly gleam. 

It spreads abroad to every land. 
And brings the weary rest, 



20 SONGS OI PRAISE 

'Tis sending forth its healing balm, 
On all the kindred blest. 

'Tis sweetened with a Savior's love. 
Whose flowing streams supply, 

And on his precious, cleansing blood, 
Poor sinners must rely. 

To every sick and wounded soul. 

Its healing waters flow, 
'Tis reaching them at every shoal, 

In all the world below. 

It gently soothes their aching breasts. 

And while its waters gleam, 
'Tis bringing them the sweetest rest. 

From this broad ocean's stream. 

16. C M. 

This Dreary Life. 

How sad this dreary life appears. 

When thinking of the past. 
The rugged ways and tempting snares, 

And drifting time so fast. 

How dark and lonesome is the way, 

On all this journey through. 
We could not wish to longer stay. 

Or ask the hours more slow. 

No gladsome field of joy and mirth, 

Should long entice us here. 
The bitter pangs upon this earth. 

Are widespread, everywhere. 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE 21 

Wheu death's much dreaded hour arrives, 

And we must launch away, 
May our departing souls arise 

To ciimes of endless day. 

Shine forth in dazzling garments bright, 
In realms that ne'er shall cease, 

Revealed to us on death's dark night, 
A life of joy and peace. 

Wheu joined to that bright throne above, 
Where saints have come before, 

With angels there in endless love, 
Where sorrows are no more. 

16. C. M. 

The Way, The Truth and The Life. 

Do I possess an honest heart? 

O Lord, I cannot say; 
A poor, despised and wicked one, 

Am I a castaway? 

Behold! O God, and look within, 

And view the carnal mind, 
So destitute and so unclean, 

But little hope can lind. 

O Lord, I mourn and weep and sigh, 

My inward sin reveal, 
How can I be prepared to die — 

My wickedness conceal ? 

Here in this gloomy, doubting mind, 
My lonesome days roll on, 

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22 SONGS OF PRAISE 

And many groans and tears are mine, 
O Lord, shall I despond? 

How sad it seems from day to day, 

Not knowing what I be, . 
The time, it speeds so fast away, 

Such little light I see. 

O Lord, our God, 1 humbly pray. 

Do hear my tender cry. 
Do lift, O God, the clouds away, 

Prepare us all to die. 

Through Christ, the Lord, we'll gain the day, 

With rapture and delight ; 
Through Christ, the Lord, the only way — 

The Way, the Truth, the Life. 

17. lis. 

Last Farewell. 

(WRITTEN DURING SICKNESS.) 

Farewell, my dear brethren, I bid all adieu. 
Death's gate stauds wide open, and I'm passing 

through ; 
Do hear me, I pray thee, and list to my song. 
My trials I'll tell you while traveling along. 

In chains of affliction and trouble I'm bound. 
Distresses and sorrows I always have found ; 
A wayfaring stranger on earth's wide domain, 
' Midst woes and confusion, in grief and in pain. 

Dear brethren, I leave you in this dreary land, 
Be patient in waiting your Savior's commands ; 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE 2b 

Come wealth with its pleasures, the best that 

befall, 
To live in His kiugdora is greater than all. 

be not discouraged, though your number be 

few, 
Meet often together, your bright hopes renew ; 
The Jews, they were fewer than the nations 

around, 
But God's love was among them, and always 

there found. 

To the care-worn and weary, and feeble ones, 

too, 
In the spirit of love always found to be true; 
Though foes and afflictions oppress you below. 
Your home's up in heaven, well guarded you 

know. 

Dear brethren, be faithful in truth and in love, 
Live in peace with each other, be kind as the 

Dove, 
Assisting your preacher, help him on his way, 
And bear with each other, for each other pray. 

1 cannot help crying while I write you this 

song. 
But hope again to meet you — it cannot be 

long- 
In mansions above where we ever will sing. 
With loud hallelujahs sweet heaven will ring. 

I bid you farewell, I shall meet you no more 
When meeting together on this earthly shore; 



24 SONGS OF PRAISE 

But if we are suffered to meet up above, 
We'll join there in singing- of God's wondrous 
love. 

There sing with each other in that cloudless 
sky, 

There'll be no more parting, every eye will be 
dry; 

I bid you farewell, till we meet over there, 

Where the sun's always shining, the sky al- 
ways clear. 

13. \ C. M. 

Star of Bethlehem. 

There is a sweet and healing balm, 

A living, cleansing stream ; 
' T'is flowing from the atoning Lamb, 

The star of Bethlehem. 

Yes, unto us a child is born, 

A Son most freely given. 
The mighty God the earth adorns, 

The Prince oi Life from heaven. 

He, too, was clothed with flesh and blood, 

This fair One from on high, 
The Spirit like a snow white dove. 

Descending from the sky. 

This is God's well beloved Son, 

In whom He is well pleased, 
The church of Christ on earth begun. 

We cannot be deceived. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 25 

He bought the field with His own blood. 

And sought a precious pearl, 
He gave His life, redeemed to God 

A dark and sinful world. 

With heavy seals in death was laid, 

Confined in Joseph's tomb. 
He broke the bars of death and fled, 

Left angels in His room. 

'Tie by his stripes that we are healed, 

Our sins all borne away, 
And those who love, believe and feel, 

Should all His laws obey. 

O let us look by faith to Him, 
Who washed us white as snow. 

And trust the star of Bethlehem 
To conquer every foe. 

19. C. M. 

A Prisoner. 

For many years a prisoner bound, 

But not in stocks and chains, 
Nor bound in dungeons underground. 

Nor scourged with stripes and pains. 

But in the bonds of flesh and blood, 

A trembling heart within, 
All nature like a trembling flood — 

A prisoner bound in sin. 

Herein we groan day after day. 
And seek relief to find, 



26 SONGS 01 PRAISE 

Some safe escape from nature's way, 
To free the burdened mind. 

We grope inside this fleshly wall 

And strive to conquer sin, 
Not knowing when the house must fall, 

And free the man within. 

Enclosed within this temporal home, 
Where dwelleth no good thing, 

Our only hope from Christ must come. 
By Him the gate will swing. 

We wait with patience for that day, 

The trumpet will sound loud. 
The gate swing open all the way. 

And we'll go home to God. 

We'll bid farewell to every foe, 

To that which bound us fast. 
We'll bid farewell to all below, 

Heaven's rest will find at last. 

20. L. M. 

Born A^ain. 

The carnal mind, or natural man. 
Cannot discern God's righteous plan, 
Till life springs up, reveals the way. 
Directs his thoughts, his works display. 

Life comes to man just like the wind. 
Disclosing all his inward sin ; 
The heart prepared, a willing mind, 
God's spirit never fails to find. 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE. 27 

They turn from darkness to the light, 
Translated freely from the night; 
The cruel mockings of his God, 
Are changed to fear the chastening rod. 

The natural man, he changeth not. 
Nor worldly pleasures hath forgot, 
Still craves and thirsts for worldly food, 
Desires again the same old road. 

Now in a strait betwixt the two — 
The cruel world seems well to do. 
With malice, hatred, sin beguiled; 
But Christ steps in and saves the child. 

All forms and fashions fade away, 
Desires new form day by day, 
And nature seems to lose her power. 
While grace is growing every hour. 

The strongest power holds fast the field — 
The weaker in the end must yield — 
Free grace and love now manifest 
A child of mercy, ever blest. 

O what a happy thought, to know 
That God has always loved us so ; 
While drinking down the cup of sin. 
He takes control and reigns within. 

Prepares the heart, directs the tongue. 
Engages the mind in psalms of song. 
And guides the traveler by His grace. 
The footsteps of His flock to trace. 



28 SONGS OI PRAISE 

21. CM. 

The Grave. 
What if our bodies fade and die — 

Lay in the silent tomb! 
Beneath the shady trees all lie, 

This is their certain doom. 

They'll sweetly sleep low in the ground, 

In death's cold arms be laid, 
The earth will hide them from the storm, 

Till they shall rise again. 

The pale, white-sheeted nations rest, 

With millions of the past, 
Down in the cold and lonesome earth, 

To await the trumpet's blast. 

There is a great, immortal King, 

[n heaven's glorious laud. 
Who will the sleeping dust all bring, 

Before Him all must stand. 

He'll take the righteous in His arms, 

And cast the bad away, 
He'll claim the righteous for his own. 

And for the heavenly day. 

22. C M. 

His Manie. 
The precious name of our dear Lord, 

Let saints all gladly tell; 
Although the world rejects His word, 

He is Immanuel. 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE. 29 

The precious name of our dear Lord, 

() let us all proclaim, 
And shout the victory through his Sou, 

That dear and sacred name. 

The precious name of our dear Lord! 

Let all the world rejoice. 
The sufiering, bleeding Son of God, 

The dead shall hear his voice. 

The precious name of our dear Lord — 

Come guilty souls who fear — 
Come praise, adore and glorify, 

And wipe away each tear. 

23. C. M. 

Help Us to Pray. 

For wicked sinners, poor and vile. 

We bow in humble prayer, 
We're at thy feet, O God of power, 

Our pleadings are sincere. 

O grant us, Lord, sustaining grace, 

O give us more and more, 
O guide our feet in every place. 

Along this sinful shore. 

O feed our souls with grace divine. 
And give us drink from heaven, 

May we improve each hour of time 
That to us here is given. 

O if Thou lovest us, help us pray, 
O help us do Thy will, 



'SO SONGS OF PKAISE 

To follow iiJ the lowly way, 
Thy pleasures to fulfill. 

O ^uard us, guide us in the truth, 
And be our stafl" and shield, 

That we may not Thy way forsake, 
And not to sal an yield. 

O hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry, 

O drive our fears away, 
Draw near, O Lord, for Thee we sigh, 

Do help us pray today. 

O help us live for Thee alone. 

Do help us. Lord, along, 
O help us pray, Almighty One, 

And help us, Lord, with song. 

24. C. M 

The City of God. 

O can 1 walk the golden streets. 
Or view the promised land? 

O can I taste the heavenly sweets. 
Or among the righteous stand ? 

Can I, O Lord, prepare to die? 

Or reconcile the mind? 
O can I from these regions fly, 

And greater pleasures find ? 

Can I, O Lord, from troubles flee. 

And leave them all below ? 
Can I, O Lord, from them go free, 

And BV: eeter riches know ? 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE 81 

O cau I bathe my soul in peace 

Beyoud this fading shore? 
O can I reach that heavenly place 

Where sorrows are no more? 

Where fears of torment are unknown, 

Destructions gate will close, 
The Shepherd will his sheep all own. 

And drive away their foes. 

'Tis sweet to think of such a place, 

A land of pure delight, 
A realm, a stream of love can trace, 

And where there is no night. 

O can I reach those heavenly fields, 

Or walk the golden street, 
With Jasper walls and gates of pearl, 

Where saints immortal meet? 

25. C. M. 

Before the Church. 

Once more before the Lord we stand. 

With trembling and with fear. 
With our poor, stammering, lisping tongue, 

Before the saints appear. 

We ask God's help while struggling on, 

To understand His word, 
That truth and knowledge shine upon 
The servants of the Lord. 

We stand with fear, O Lord, today, 
All tired, faint and worn, 



32 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Before Thee bow and ask the way, 
O guide our words and tongue. 

We ask for light to know Thy will, 

From Thee and Thee alone, 
All Thy desire we would fulfill, 

Disclaiming all our own. 

26. CM, 

Free Grace. 

We see Thy marks beneath the sky, 

O God of earth and heaven, 
O can we not on thee rely. 

And praise for comfort given. 

The silent winds obey Thy voice, 
And shake the withering tree ; 

Just so with man, 'twas not his choice. 
But grace that made him free. 

' Tis grace that moves and shines upon 

Poor sinners in disguise ; 
' Tis grace that leads them safely on, 

And grace their works despise. 

' Tis grace that teaches us to pray, 
And grace that feeds our souls; 

Free grace provides the sinner's way, 
'Tis grace that makes us whole. 

O if we ask of Him more grace, 

With faith and hope aud love. 
He will not turn away His face, 

But feed us from above. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 38 

27. 

A Poor, Weary Traveler. 

The pale horse and his rider 

Are knocking at my door ; 
The voice of death is calling, 

I'm not deceived, I'm sure; 
I am packing up for traveling, 

Putting on my best attire, 
To court the Lord's affections 

Is my whole heart's desire. 

Chorus : 

O I'm poor and weary, tired and needy, 

Poor and weary on the way, 
O Pm poor and weary, tired and needy. 

Poor and weary on the way. 

O 1 know I am poor and needy, 

My apparel doth not shine, 
It is common and unfitting. 

Not princely, nor made tine; 
'Tis cloth of my own making, 

The best that I can do. 
It is poor enough I'm certain. 

Unbecoming and untrue. 

Cho.— 

'Tis not possessed of beauty, 

All faded out and worn, 
Not lasting or enduring, 

All comeliness is shorn ; 



o4 SONGS or PRAISE 

But I'll answer to his calling, 
With ray bundle in ray hand, 

Though He my works rejecting, 
Nothing's left at ray command. 

Cho — 

But He that sends the pale horse, 

And gives coraraands to go. 
Will send the shining garraents. 

They'll be fitting, too, you know; 
My feet be shod with sandals, 

In costly garments clad. 
Go on the way rejoicing. 

Neither destitute nor sad. 

Cho.— 

The One who sends the pale horse, 

Conducting me along, 
Rejecting my apparel. 

All filthy rags disown, 
tie will land me up in heaven. 

In garments Jesus wove. 
All whole and woven seamless, 

For all His Father's loved. 
Cho.— 

28. C. Vt 

God's People. 

I love God's people, love their ways, 

I love each smiling face, 
T love the people that believe 

Salvation's all of grace. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. ' 85 

I love them, for they love the Lord, 

Aiid love His truth so well : 
I love them, for they love His word, 

And love his truth to tell. 

I love the people who depend 
On Jesus Christ for all, 

may I love them to the end, 
And may they never fall. 

1 love God's people, good and true, 
I love them all as one, 

I love them, yes, I know I do. 
Who love the Father's Son. 

I love God's people here below. 

Who for the faith contend, 
1 love them all, the sinners, too, 

I love the sinner's Friend. 

I love the poor, afflicted ones, 

Upon this sinful shore, 
I love the called and chosen sons, 

I love God's humble poor. 

29. C. M. 

Lift Us Up. 

O lift us up, who pray, O God, 

Some guardian angel send, 
O lift us up and be our guard. 

And guide us to the end. 

O lift us up from this poor world 
Of lust and pride and form, 



86 SONGS OP PRAISE 

Deliver us, we pray, O God. 
And keep us from all harm. 

O lift us up from this dark night. 

And give us strength and zeal, 
That we may tight the Lord's good tight, 

And nothing bad couceal. 

Drop down, O God, from thy bright throne, 

Thy fairest drops of grace, 
That light may shine both far and near. 

And lighten every place. 

30. C. M. 

Pilgrims in the World. 

The night is dark, the day is cold, 

Here in this lonesome vale. 
Gross darkness spreading o'er the earth, 

Like some strong, sweeping gale. 

In meditation, deep in thought, 

Our minds in prayer are led 
For poor, lost sinners on this earth, 

Who in their sins are dead. 

Behold the masses like a stream. 

In maddeniug fury fly, 
While earthly toys all like a dream, 

Are rushing swiftly by. 

With hearts all seared, like iron hard, 

In fleshly deeds of crime, 
And not one word for Christ is heard, 
in all this wicked clime. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE o7 

The (lead should bury their own dead, 
Let saiuts forsake their throng, 

Be uot by their enticeraeuts led, 
Nor captured by their aoug. 

O, if you feel your sins forgiven, 
Through Christ's atoning blood. 

Awake, poor sinuer, go toward heaven. 
Work for the church of God. 

31. C. M. 

Gloom of Death. 

Death hangs just like a gloomy pall 

So oft before my eyes ; 
Its flying messenger may call, 

While we're in tears and sighs. 

We're found within this clay and dust. 

Our temporal home on earth, 
Although so weak and frail at best, 

And of such little worth. 

We still would dwell within this home, 

And sujffer on with pain. 
We cannot tell just what might come, 

So we would here remain. 

But while the fickle light shall burn, 

And time shall hold us here, 
O may God's Holy Spirit learn. 

And teach us not to fear. 

But when the way seems dark and cold, 
And doubts obscure the day, 

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38 SONGS OF PRAISE 

The flying messenger may call 
And drive all doubts away. 

Surrounded with a host of friends, 

To bid a last good-bye, 
When but a thread of life suspends, 

On God we must rely. 

32. C. M. 

Let Love Be Ours. 

Come sickness, sorrow, pain and death, 

With all their restless hours, 
When we shall breathe our latest breath, 

O then, let love be ours. 

Our quivering lips and limbs give way, 

Our yielding forms are bent, 
O how we moan and groan and pray, 

And ask to be content. 

The more we view our life that's past. 

We wonder with surprise 
That God would grant us faith at last, 

To gain the heavenly prize. 

There's not a single ray of light, 
Comes through the grace of man, 

And not one single hope in sight. 
Save Jesus' righteous plan. 

O may it be our lot in death. 
That grace may claim the hours, 

That when we breathe our latest breath, 
O then let love be ours. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE 39 

IJ3. L. M. 

God's Banner of Love. 

(iod's loving baiiuer lirst uufurled, 
And wrapped around a sinning world, 
Its gentle folds around us cast, 
Our title to heaven was then made fast. 

His laws were given from above, 
With this fair emblem of His love; 
His power and love — the two combined — 
Can never fail each child to find. 

A rausom price for man was made, 
Before his form in dust was laid ; 
God can control all things we know. 
And save His children here below. 

He's not contined by metes and bounds, 
Nor standing on uncertain grounds; 
This world forever in His sight, 
Both through the day and through the night. 

His love embraces all around. 
And on His banner's always found ; 
We fell away through pride and lust, 
But now love God, who tirst loved us. 

34. L. M. 

Bear Us Away. 

O come, dear Savior, with a shout, 
O come, dear Master, bear us out, 
O take Thy wandering children home, 
O come, Lord Jesus, Savior, come. 



40 SONGS OF PKAISE 

Our loving Savior, faithful Friend, 
O may we claim Thee to the end ; 
O may we meet Him in the air, 
O let this be our daily prayer. 

With faith and hope and love combined, 
He'll bear us all to heaven's clime; 
O let us trust in God's dear Son, 
Until our earthly race is run. 

We'll stand unshaken at our post — 
If we're in Christ we'll not be lost; 
And in His fullness we shall dwell, 
And of his glory love to tell. 

He'll bear us on His wings of love, 
And take us to our home above; 
We'll sail with Him up in the air 
To that sweet clime all bright and fair. 

There bathe our souls in perfect peace, 
In that fair world of endless rest ; 
There'll be no mixtures with alloy, 
But we shall have eternal joy. 

as. C. M. 

Dej)arted Ones. 

Farewell, farewell, dear one, farewell. 

We bid a last adieu; 
Thy comeliness we now would tell, 

Thy face we cannot view. 

A vacant chair we now behold, 
A corner desolate. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 41 

Rut heaven's mansions now enfold 
The loved ones here of late. 

No mortal tongue need undertake 

To paint that heavenly clime, 
No mortal tongue could here relate 

How bright its beauties shine. 

While we are left behind to mourn 

The dear, departed one, 
The spirit flies to yonder world, 

To endless glory's gone. 

O Lord, do reconcile our mind, 

And give us peaceful rest, 
That we may follow on to find 

A perfect union blessed. 



36. 



Waiting for the Promised La? id. 

We have been waiting by the Jordan, 

Many long and weary days, 
We are waiting by the river, 

'Neath the sun's reflecting rays; 
We have clambered up the mountain, 

We have viewed the promised land, 
There beyond the cold, dark river. 

Where the saints immortal stand. 

Chorus : 

We are waiting by the river. 
For our Captain's gone before, 



4*2 SONGS Oi PRAISE 

We are waiting to cross over, 
To that bright, celestial shore. 

We are gazing on with wonder, 

As we look beyond the stream, 
We are only few in number, 

And the Jordan lies between ; 
But we are going to our fathers — 

Moses, Aaron. Abraham — 
We are gathering at the river, 

Waiting for the promised land. 

Cho.— 

We are sailing across the ocean, 

Full of sorrow, full of pain, 
But will soon reach the glad haven. 

And eternal rest will gain ; 
We are waiting for our Captain, 

With His banner in His hand, 
And we'll follow cross the Jordan, 

And will reach the promised land. 

Cho.— 

We are waiting for the morrow, 

For the coming jubilee, 
We are waiting for King Jesus, 

All His angels we shall see ; 
We are waiting and rejoicing. 

Our deliverance is at hand. 
We will leave the world behind us. 

And will reach the promised land. 

Cho.— 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 48 

We are waitiug for the morning, 

For the dawning of the day, 
When the armies will cross over, 

And will yee the shining way; 
We'll then meet with saints in heaven, 

And will walk the golden strand. 
At the home of our dear Savior, 

When we reach the promised land. 

Cho— 

37. C M. 

The W^orld. 

This world has gone away from me. 

And left we far behind ; 
With it my soul did not agree, 

Its pleasures sought to find. 

The world is on a race for wealth, 

All after dumb, false idols go; 
Men care not for their lives nor health, 

This world is all they know. 

I once along with them did walk. 

And sometimes I would run, 
And of their riches loved to talk, 

I loved the busy hum. 

Their wealth and pride I did admire. 

With all their fickle charm. 
To fill my soul was my desire, 

In their deceitful arms. 



44 SONGS 01 PRAISE 

But oh! a great and woeful change 

To ray poor soul was brought, 
Another field 1 loved to range, 

Another life I sought. 

I found my life was burning out, 

And drawing to a close, 
And my poor soul was moved about. 

And sought a still repose. 

Thank God I I'm not now in the race, 

Nor in this temporal strife, 
But He who guides rae by His grace. 

Has shown the better life. 

38. CM, 

The Suffering Gate. 

We dread to pass death's suffering gate, 

Its cold and icy gloom. 
But lol the holy angels wait 

To bear us to our home. 

Our fainting, failing bodies lie, 
Lose all their strength and power, 

The cold and clammy form must die. 
In that sad, trying hour. 

O hark, a still, sweet voice is heard. 

Beyond this icy plain. 
Be still, and listen to the word — 

The dead shall live again 

Poor, fallen man shall rise again, 
And live beyond this vale, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE 46 

And iu that world there is no pain. 
Where life shall never fail. 

Cheer up, poor drooping, trembling soul, 
Fear not death's suliering gate. 

For while you're passing through its doors, 
Th<' angel throng will wait. 

They'll bear you safely on their wings, 

To fairer worlds above, 
Where all the heavenly hosts will sing, 

Of God's redeeming love. 

39. L. M. 

TJie Carnal Mind. 

What of the mind ? How can it be 
Both calm and pure and always free 
To sleep and slumber when it please. 
To be composed and quite at ease? 

What of the mind? How can we tell 
Wheu on the good or bad may dwell? 
How many changes come today? 
How much or little it may say? 

The thoughts that come and onward go. 
We know not how nor why 'tis so; 
But would control and hold the mind 
Upon the pure when bad's inclined. 

We try to turn our minds away 
From evil words we thought to say, 
But in a moment they arise, 
Tlie wicked ones we so despise. 



46 SONGS OF PRAISE 

We're always thus, so much perplexed, 
Control of the mind so often lose ; 
We'd place our minds on things we choose, 
But they so often will refuse. 

One moment we are like a child, 
A moment more are almost wild; 
Our thoughts gone off in reckless waste, 
So often turn to our distaste. 

How strange it is we can't control 

The carnal mind, nor save the soul, 

Nor place our thoughts and hold them there, 

From rambling round most everywhere. 

We feel our guilt, our minds depraved, 
By grace .alone can we be saved ! 
But let us teach the denying school, 
And try again ourselves to rule. 

Unless we do, we'll leave a spot, 
Another page of life to blot; 
And thus we try and try again, 
Both try and hope, but all in vain. 

We often try to change our will, 
And often find it unchanged still ; 
The same old route it loves to go. 
And often sinks down deep below. 

We'll try and guard the safety line, 
To hold it pure throughout our time, 
On things we know are for the best, 
And trust in God to give the rest. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE 47 

40. L M. 

The Kingdom Shall Stand. 

Nations, like meu, are boru to die, 

Lose all their power and princely trust; 

Kingdoms and monarchs all must lie, 
Crumbled and mingled with the dust. 

The earthly kingdoms all sink down, 
Their royal splendor fades away; 

The kings and princes lose their crown, 
Their light shines only for a day. 

There's only one great sovereign King 
Whose kingdom will forever stand; 

His subjects are all chosen men. 
From sea to sea, from land to land. 

All nations bow before this One, 
And render homage to His power ; 

His will on earth, it must be done. 
None can escape their trying hour, 

41. L. M. 

Way-side Sinner's Lamentation. 

All we poor pilgrims of the dust. 

Are traveling through a misty world ; 

There's none that's righteous, none are just. 
We're swift along life's pathway hurled. 

We're dead in trespass and in sin, 
How shall we meet an angry God? 

We've wandered far away from him, 
And now must meet the chastening rod. 



48 SONGS OF PRAISE 

We all feel guilty aud distressed, 

Afflictions daily do arise, 
That mar our peace and happiness, 

Regret with pain and weeping eyes. 

Away from God in sin we lie, 

While death's dark door is drawing near, 
We shudder and we draw a sigh. 

The fearful night'doth now appear. 

We're dead in trespass and in sin. 
All we, like sheep, have gone astray ; 

Some other folds found pasture in, 
lietused our Master to obey. 

Our way looks dark and drear to us. 
All worn and tired beneath the sky; 

And shall we cross the dismal gulf. 
With dark forebodings from on high? 

Fain wonld we reach the heavenly shore, 
Without the suffering and the pain; 

But oh! who then would us restore, 
Or say,. The dead shall live again. 

Could we but climb the golden stair. 
Without the cross our Savior bore, 

And reach that shining world all fair — 
For this the heart and soul implore. 

But when we reach death's iron gate. 
And feel its rough-edged hinges swing, 

Oh, if it only would but wait! 

We've nothing in our hands to bring. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 4:9 

With death's cold chill upon our face, 
The candle lit, but now grown dim, 

We're some of Adam's guilty race 
VVho fell outside the path ot sin. 

But O, dear Lord, is this our doom, 
To slumber low beneath the clay? 

We're falling, crumbling to the touch, 
And can't resist, no, not one day. 

With wishful hearts we beg the prize, 
God's love and mercy to embrace. 

With white-winged angels to arise ; 
We ask, O where is God's free grace? 

We all fall back with fear, and shrink, 
The pale, white-sheeted nations shun ; 

The bitter cup we would not drink, 

From death's dark, lonely gate would run. 

Lord, reconcile our fainting minds. 
And strip us of self-righteous power, 

That we may look by faith to lind 
Free grace in that last trying hour. 

Then dropping down may rise again. 
With wings immortal soar above. 

To life that's free from wayside sin — 
A calm repose, sweet home of love. 

And now we feel almost secure. 
And trust in God's free grace again. 

We'll trust in him, all pain endure. 
And look beyond for a peaceful reign. 



60 SONGS OI PRAISE 

42. 7s. 7s. 

Spiritual FarHjily. 

A few, but faithful family, 

All o'er this wide domain. 
Sought out and led most gently, 

By the gospel's loud proclaim, 

Chorus: 

We will praise our Savior, 

For drawing all to Him, 
We will praise our Redeemer, 

Who saved us all from sin. 

Abroad among the nations. 
Poor travelers o'er this land. 

Poor, sad and weary children. 
By faith alone they stand. 

Cho — 

Strange life of sin and sorrow, 
Not knowing what tbey be. 

Or where they'll be tomorrow, 
Just drifting with the stream. 

Uho.— 

A faithful band of pilgrims, 
How strong they seem to be. 

And trusting all in Jesus, 
Who died for you and me. 



Cho.— 



Oh I come and join our members, 
For we are homeward bound, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 51 

Just waiting our deliverauce, 
This world is not our home. 

Cho.— 

We soon shall cross death's river, 
That cold and angry stream, 

We'll praise the Lord, the giver, 
For calling all to Him. 

Cho.— 

43. P. M. 

The Young. 

The young, the mirthful and the proud, 
Will soon be wrapped in death's cold shroud. 
Their worldly pleasure all be o'er, 
Soon they will leave this earthly shore. 

Chorus : 

O come, dear child, just as you are. 
Come to eJesus and prepare. 

Oh I could I but instruct your mind. 
With words of love and friendship kind, 
To shun the evil snares around. 
In every place where they are found. 

Cho.— 

Oh I will you not to Jesus fly, 
Without money come and buy, 
Death's cold arms will you embrace. 
And fix your mortal resting place. 

Cho.- 



62 SONGS OI PRAISE 

44. CM. 
This Life is Like a Strear)^. 

Our lives are like a flowing- stream, 

Whose source we cannot tind ; 
Our ending-, too, cannot be seen, 

Wrapped up in God's design. 

But when life's slender thread is broke. 

One little spark is gone, 
The sumujons comes — the fatal stroke — 

And we must follow on. 

We fall a lifeless chunk of clay, 

And lay beneath the ground, 
Until the Iresurreclion day. 

We'll wait the trumpet's sound. 

'Tis here we have the budding hour. 

The next will be the rose, 
The next will bring the full-blown flower, 

A life of sweet repose. 

45. C. M. 

The Reaper. 

The reaper with his glisteniug sword. 

Is mowing down the fleld; 
The ripening fruit of our dear Lord, 

To his broad sword must yield. 

He's clipping down the sons of men. 

Laying low the golden grain. 
The reaper thrusts his sickle in. 

The sheaves he'll bind again. 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE. 53 

He'll gather iu the precious wares. 

The treasures of the Lord, 
And separate the ugly lares, 

According to His word. 

The reaper's work will soon be done, 

The word already given, 
The winnowing of chaff begun, 

The wheat be saved in heaven. 

We'll there surround God's righteous throne, 

When gathered safely in, 
From His broad tields they all will come, 

Cleansed from all earthly sin. 

They need not fear the glittering sword, 

Nor fear the gathering hand. 
For those prepared by our dear Lord, 

Should welcome Ris command. 

46. C. M. 

The Apostle Paul. 

The A postle Paul of God was sent 

Into the Gentile world, 
And preached the truth where'er he went, 

Christ's banner he unfurled. 

In perils in the wilderness, 

In perils on the sea. 
Was often bowed in weariness, 

From false brethren forced to flee. 

In watchings and in painfulness, 
In hunger and in thirst, 

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54 SONGS OS PRAISE 

And fastings, want and nakedness, 
Were often on him thrust. 

In labors more abundantly, 

And in dark prisons laid, 
With bloody stripes repeatedly, 

Till he was almost dead. 

Received his forty stripes, save one. 

Five times from Jews alone, 
Was beaten with a heavy rod, 

And once by them was stoned. 

His mission was from day to day, 

When he was called abroad, 
To turn the Gentiles from their way, 

And to the church of God. 

He fought the Lord's good fight, to find 

A long and peaceful rest. 
Beyond the restless shores of time, 

A crown of righteousness. 

47. 7s. 

Children of God. 

O ye heavenly host, rejoice 
God's elect and own free choice. 
Shout, ye little flock, and praise, 
Jesus loves you, Jesus saves. 



Chorus : 



Come and join His hosts below. 
Come, dear saint and sinner too ; 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE 65 

Without money, come aud buy 
Wine and milk to satisfy. 

Come and praise the Father's Son, 
Pray His holy will he done, 
He who saved us and who died, 
By His blood we're justified. 

Cho.— 

He will guide us through the storm, 
If we lean upon His arm; 
If we trust in him for all, 
We shall never faint nor fall. 

Cho.— 

He will save us every hour. 
Through His kind and loving power, 
O arise and come to Him, 
Serve and adore your heavenly King. 

Cho.— 

Come and join the heavenly band. 
In one solid phalanx stand. 
Precious gifts to all are given, 
Rich rewards for them in heaven. 

Cho.— 

Come, O come and follow Him, 
Follow Christ, your Savior, King; 
We are journeying to the skies, 
Come, dear sinner, come, arise. 

Cho.— 



56 SONGS OF PRAISE 

48. C. M. 

The Preacher. 

I'm called to preach the gospel truth, 

Good news I'm bound to tell ; 
To preach glad tidings to the world, 

For my Immanuel. 

I'll go through rain, or cold, or heat. 

And travel till I die; 
No place to stop, there's no retreat. 

Although I often try. 

My mission is to trembling souls, 

Who've wandered far away ; 
Prepare them for the gospel feast. 

And for the heavenly day. 

My Master calls and I must go. 

Out in the open field, 
To hunt for poor and thirsty souls. 

Who by free grace are sealed. 

I'll tell them Jesus died for sins, 

And how He rose again. 
That they might from all sin be cleansed. 

And washed from every stain. 

I'll preach the gospel o'er the land. 

Good news I'm bound to tell. 
How Jesus saves poor, fallen man, 

I'll preach Immanuel. 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE. 57 

49. 

Chuj^ch Hojne. 

O give rae a home where the lilies grow, 
Down in the valleys where the clear waters 

flow ; 
Among the green cedars, in fields of sweet pine, 
O there let me live to the end of my time. 

O give me a home where the lilies grow. 
Where cold is forbidden, the ice and the snow, 
The voice of the turtle is heard in the land, 
The fig tree growing in its home on the sand. 

O give me a home where the lilies grow, 
In the land of feasting where the loved ones go, 
The home of the dove in the clifis of the rocks, 
Feeding at uooday with the kids of the flocks. 

O give me a home where the lilies grow, 
'Midst the trees of frankincense, myrrh and 

aloe, 
By fountains of water, in gardens of green, 
Where fair sons and daughters of Israel are 

seen. 

O give me a home where the lilies grow, 
Among Zion's daughters and sons here below. 
Until the day's dawn drives the shadows away, 
My heart's desire is 'mong the fair ones to stay. 

O give rae a home where the lilies grow, 
To dwell in the garden like the young hart 
and roe, 



58 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Where fair as the moou and as clear as the sun, 
Is the dove in the garden, the undefiled one. 

O give me a home in these gardens below, 
Where the loved ones feed among the lilies 

that grow. 
The palm tree and olive, aud fruit of the pine, 
Where the loved ones dwell, for the gardens 

are thine. 

O give me a home where the lilies grow, 
Where the robes are all washed as white as the 

snow; 
I'd eat of the honey and drink of the wine, 
O there let nae live to the end of my time. 

50. C. M. 

Prayer. 

We bow, O God, before Thy throue, 

We pray Thou wilt forgive, 
Almighty God, O righteous One, 

Let sinners look and live. 

We bow, O Lord, before Thy throne, 
Our hearts all filled with prayer, 

That Thy poor, erring, faulty ones, 
May trust in Thine own care. 

We beg a home within Thy courts. 

We make this humble plea, 
O grant us, Lord, a home at last, 

To all Thy glories see. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFK. 59 

51. 88. 78. 

Weary Mot. 

Weary uot, poor, trembling children, 
Though the hour be dark and drear; 

We shall soon all meet in heaven, 
For the night of death is near. 

We see the sun so gently sinking. 
And the shades of night appear, 

All our days gone by in weeping. 
Still vre trust a Savior near. 

Our trembling arms around us folding, 
While we're sinking down with pain, 

Jesus Christ in glory telling. 
That we all shall live again. 

Faith and hope around us clinging. 
When we breathe our latest breath, 

He who loved us then revealing. 
Though our tongues be still in death. 

Then weary not, poor, helpless children, 

For our God is one of love, 
We are traveling in this kingdom 

To His blissful courts above. 

Weary not, poor, mourning children. 
If the world should scoff and frown, 

God is love and never changing, 
Grace and love will be your crown. 

O weary not, poor, dying children. 
Soon the clouds will break away; 



60 SONGS 01 PRAISE 

Then you'll rest with God in heaven, 
In the climes of endless day. 

62. P. M. 
Fallen Man. 

We are all in the bondage of sin, 
We are all in the same open field, 

Our garments polluted in sin all are laid. 
In one bundle of guiltiness sealed. 

Enthralled in these prisons of clay, 
Our faces all covered with shame, 

Estranged from our Father and driven away, 
Unworthy His heavenly name. 

Our lives, like the speed of the wind. 
No changing or stopping their course, 

But onward and forward we all pass along, 
By the same great, omnipotent force. 

In one moment we bid all farewell. 

And silently pass through death's door, 

The storms of this life we shall no longer tell. 
When we cross to the evergreen shore. 

63. C. M. 

We Must Wait. 

We long to view the spirit world, 

Surround the glorious throne; 
With millions, millions, there we'd join. 

Forever there we'd ream. 



AND PRACTICAL LIPP: 61 

Eteruity, unfathomed sea, 

Forever we'd explore; 
Beyond the coutines of this world 

We'd rest forever more. 

Not here, oh ! no. we would not stay, 

On this cold, forlorn shore ; 
To God in heaven we'll look, and pray 

For rest forever more. 

We long to view the spirit world, 

That sinless, spotless clime. 
With millions, millions, there we'd join, 

But we would wait our time. 

64. C. M 

Evei^ the Same. 

A thousand times we beg and sigh, 
A thousand times we mourn, 

In sackcloth and in ashes lie, 
A poor and guilty worm. 

Around and 'round on earth we go, 

A poisoned sinner still ; 
Unable of ourselves to keep. 

Or to perform God's will. 

Yet still we go, and still we mourn, 

Each day is such the case; 
'Tis not for us to stay nor stop, 

While we on earth remain. 

A feeble bark of trembling clay, 
A stranger here we roam; 

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62 SONGS Oi PRAISE 

We wait and talk, and ask and pray, 
We long and sigh for home. 

55. C. M. 

W^e Come. 

We come, O Lord, we come, we come, 
With songs and hymns to sing; 

We come, rejoicing, Lord, in Thee, 
Our God, our heavenly King. 

Our lighted lamps shine soft and bright. 

We on our course pursue. 
But not by our own strength or might 

Shall we go safely through. 

We come, O Lord, we come to greet 
With songs and hymns to sing; 

O let us join in authems sweet. 
To praise our heavenly King. 

56. 8s. 7s. 
To Concord Association. 

Go on, go on, dear brethren, go. 
While I am left at home ; 
► The wind will bear your joys to me. 
The welcome news will come. 

Go on, for all is well with you. 

Your joys and hopes are one. 
You're sprinkled with the love of God, 

Your heavenly life begun. 

Go on, dear brethren in the Lord, 
And may your joys o'erflow, 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE 68 

But I am left ouce more at home, 
With you I cannot go. 

Go on, dear brethren, sing and pray, 

From house to house rejoice, 
VVhile 1 am left at home to stay — 

Methinks I hear your voice 

Pour out your souls in earnest prayer. 

Your daily drink and meat ; 
The Lord wil! surely kindly hear, 

And you he'll surely keep. 

O could I go with you today, 
' IVould be my heart's delight; 

If I could go and with you stay, 
Twould drive away the night. 

Go on, dear brethren, till your place, 

My mind will follow you. 
Your jojirneyings my soul will trace, 

' Tis all that I can do. 

Go on ouce more to old Concord, 

There feel the tie that binds. 
While I am weak and faint at home. 

In sackcloth left behind. 

67. C. M. 

We Would Skip the Hills. 

We stand amazed, and wonder how 

Poor mortals on are borne ; 
O could we understand and know 

How Christ our souls adorns ! 



64: SONGS OP PRAISE 

We'd see the lovely and the good, 

lu every clime and place, 
If we did know, or only could, 

That we are saved by grace. 

But we draw back with fear and dread, 
And shake at death's approach. 

And while it hovers round us near, 
We dread its awful touch. 

Death's an angel with a roll 

And calling children home ; 
But how we sorrow when we're told 

That death's dark hour has come. 

Beyond the crooked turns of life 
We pass beyond these scenes ; 

Oh! could we climb the distant heights, 
And skip the hills between. 

58 C. M. 

To Die is Gain. 

Why should we mourn or care to die 

When life is but a span? 
Our days and weeks so swift go by. 

Them we can scarcely scan. 

This life is like a raging gale 

That breaks upon our land. 
With rains and winds and beating hail 

Which we can hardly stand. 

' Tis but one cold and chilly blast 
In all the world around: 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 6.^ 

A wicked, wild aud wayward race 
In every place is louiid. 

O let us be prepared to die, 

Break off from every harm — 
So many curses passing by 

In every shape and form. 

(.) can we not on God rely. 

And make for brighter pearls? 

O yhall we not prepare to die 
And reach the spirit world? 

59. C. M. 

The .Conflict. 

O give us strength and power, Lord, 

To conquer every foe: 
For in our bosom dAvells discord 

That leads to deepest woe. 

Down in a dark and loathsome pit. 

Our minds so often plunge; 
O if we only could but sit 

And see Thee our sins expunge. 

O could we banish evil thought. 

Subdue the carnal will, 
Drive out all notions satan's brought, 

With which our minds to fill. 

We'd let our minds then soar aloft 

Into the heavenly field ; 
Our darkened lamps shine bright and soft, 

In light be reconciled. 



66 SONGS OF PRAISE 

60. C. M. 

Sweet to Meet. 

How sweet it-is to dv^ell with Grod, 

And walk with Him below, 
Be ever mindful of His word, 

And where He wishes go. 

How sweet, how sweet, O Lord, how sweet, 

Here in the gospel land. 
Where saints in loving friendship meet 

In one fraternal band. 

How sweet, how sweet, O Lord, how sweet, 

To meet each other here; 
In chambers of our God we meet 

With loving words of cheer. 

How sweet, how sweet, O Lord, how sweet, 

While time goes rolling on, 
In hope, and love, and faith to greet, 

Until life's day is gone. 

61. C. M. 

We Will Pass On. 

Oh ! what is life, or what is gain. 

If we could longer stay ? 
'Tis frought with troubles, toil and pain. 

And trials on the way. 

Our suflfering days and years roll on. 

They soon will all be o'er; 
We're traveling fast, we're passing on 

Unto another shore. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 67 

The silent grave awaits our form, 

For it is only clay; 
We live and die and so pass on, 

Unto another day. 

O if God's spirit dwells within, 

If we are born again, 
We'll rise with Christ and live with Him 

Beyond this world of pain. 

6-2. 

Each One Must Bear' His Part. 

Our hearts all pant for waters sweet, 
They crave the sweetest bread ; 

They crave the best to drink and eat. 
On whitest loaves to feed. 

We go and come, and come and go, 

By tempests tossed about; 
And to our journey's end must row. 

And soon we'll find it out. 

The flower opens for the sun. 

It drinks the morning dew. 
And to the breeze its fragrance sheds, 

Till torn and withered, too. 

Though aches and pains, and sorrows, too, 

And troubles fill the heart, 
When these all come — 'tis nothing new — 

Each one must bear his part. 

63. 88. 68. 

Our Life. 

Our life is full of faulty steps, 
But those we would disown. 



68 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Thoug-h can't prev^eut, for in they've crept, 
At every crook and turn. 

We asked not for this life below, 
Where pain and sorrows come ; 

When fondest hopes are all aglow, 
Then death surrounds our home. 

Life is a short, meandering stream, 

A crooked way at best; 
Though along the little foot-path gleams, 

A cheering hope of rest. 

Our brightest hopes lie just beyond 

The clouds that intervene; 
We walk by faith, and not by sight — 

The lights are almost seen. 

64. 8s. 68. 

Religion is Life and Light. 

A lighted candle lights the house, 

Where all was dark within ; 
It shows the loathsome, filthy spots, 

Which had not else been seen. 

The heart of man is cold and dark, 

' Till heaven's light reveals 
The sin-deseased — the leprous spots — 

Which were before concealed. 

Religion is the light of man, 

(The Spirit doth not sin;) 
A work the spirit of God began, 

A blessed liarht within. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE 69 

This life is pure and white as suow, 
When first it comes from God ; 

The Spirit like a snow-white dove, 
Takes up its sure abode. 

It melts the cold and frozen heart — 

It thaws with love divine, 
And tenders every stony part — 

I pray it touches mine. 



S. M. 



My Works and Ways. 

My works and ways are bad, 
My thoughts are so impure ; 

The many years that I have lived. 
All self-righteousness should cure. 

With troubles, cares and tears, 
Along life's crooked stream, 

So many trials, doubts and fears, 
Along where I have been. 

I would not ask to live 

Another life of sin ; 
I could not bear the toil and pain. 

Of such a life again. 

In all my lonely days, 

While journeying neath the sun, 
Fve longed to find some better ways 

Than my poor ways have been. 

Should peace adorn the end. 
Or glory shine upon, 

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70 SONGS OF PRAISE 

I could not for my works contend 
Or hang ray hopes thereon. 

let the moments pass — 
Fly past till all are o'er ; 

For good or bad, I've come at last 
To death's dark chilly door. 

66. C. M. 

Entangled With the Enemy. 

Out in a dark and dreary land, 

Poor, wretched sinners lay ; 
The iron monster crouched within ; 

By him we're led astray. 

Poor, careworn strangers strolling on, 

And crying mournfully, 
For warned of Grod's great judgment morn, 

And of eternity. 

O what amazing sight to see 

The children of our God, 
Estranged from him, and from him flee, 

And disobey his word. 

How precious is their time below, 

For death is drawing near; 
How precious are the hours that go, 

For God's dear children here. 

67. 88. 78. 
My Poor Life. 

My poor life is almost ended, 

1 am tired, weak and worn, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE 71 

Long and dreary days I've wended, 

Many sorrows I have borne ; 
Full of tears and full of crosses, 

From all of which I cannot flee, 
But I will not ask the causes, 

They will soon all pass from me. 

Now I'd love to be accepted, 

Though I cannot change the past ; 
With my works and ways rejected, 

I must trust in Christ at last; 
When at first this life beginuiug, 

A yoTing and tender, careless boy, 
Satan's leagues so kind and winning. 

Planned my whole life to destroy. 

Now my feeble life is waning, 
I feel I'm traveling in the night; 

But a beacon light is burning, 
Across the thorny steps in sight ; 

this world is a world of danger, 
Danger all along the line ; 

While I'm traveling as a stranger. 
Could I but improve my time? 

Only just a few steps farther — 
And I'm stumbling still along — 

1 will then unload forever, 

All ray burdens will be gone; 
Once across the dangerous ocean. 

Then I'd dearly love to tell, 
Of my lot and peaceful portion, 

In the Lord I hope to dwell. 



72 SONGS Ot PRAISE 

At the hour of my departing, 

Co aid I speak a word of cheer, 
To my friends who are left behind me — 

Tell them of a Savior dear ; 
Now the nig^ht of death is nearing, 

And the lonely grave appears, 
We hear the voices of angels telling, 

Dry up all your lonely tears. 

68. P. M. 

The Gospel Bell. 

O the gospel bell is ringing 

Clear and loud o'er this land, 
And sinners they are falling, 

By His power, the great I Am ; 
O the gospel bell is ringing, 

Kun up the banner high. 
The under shepherd's telling 

Of the sweet by and by. 

O the gospel bell is ringing. 

The army's on the road, 
Valiant soldiers, they are fighting 

For the kingdom of our God ; 
O the gospel bell is ringing, 

O why not join our band? 
The road is smooth and easy 

Here in this gospel land. 

O the gospel bell is ringing, 
The war is on to stay ; 

The battle cry of freedom 
Sounds along the gospel way ; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 73 

O the gospel bell is ringing, 
The sound is loud and long ; 

Gallant soldiers are now shouting, 
King Jesus is their song. 

O the gospel bell is ringing. 

Run up the banner high, 
The war cry is for victory. 

And we'll fight until we die; 
O the gospel bell is ringing, 

Kun up the banner high ; 
The under shepherd's telling 

Of the sweet by and by. 

69. 88. 78. 

Thankfulness. 
When the earth is tilled with fulness, 

' Tis for each and every soul. 
All their hearts o'erruu with gladness. 

They cannot their joys control ; 
The great harvest yields its sweetness. 

Most delicious food for man, 
Loaded down with richest substance, 
Over all the earth's fair land. 

Rocked in riches from the cradle. 

Thousands rest in calm repose. 
Have no fears, and dread no evil. 

So the world in fatness goes; 
Millions care not for each other, 

While they drink the cup of gain. 
For one's self and not for brother. 

So they love to live and reign. 



74 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Our God showers down great blessings, 

The early and the later raiu, 
Brings the fruitful crops in season, 

Shout his praise with glad acclaim! 
He bestows with great abundance, 

' Tis through him man hopes to live ; 
Yet unmindful of his givings, 

So unthankful he receives. 

When unthankful for his givings, 

" He's ungrateful that receives, " 
Doth not, with his heart-felt kindness. 

Love His good and tender ways ; 
Many men from Him do wander. 

With their minds so far away ; 
While God clothes them in such grandeur, 

They should be thankful every day. 

It is God that clothes and feeds them, 

With his blessings from above, 
And they should all try to please him, 

With their daily thank« and love, 
Ever mindful of his goodness, 

Ever more should praise his name ; 
Never will the Lord forget us, 

If we'll humbly follow hira. 

71.' CM. 

God Does All. 

O what am I but dust and clay? 
A weak and broken reed. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 75 

A fallen nature to obey, 
A sinful worm indeed! 

I cannot pay one farthing's worth 

With ray own righteousness; 
My works, my words, my deeds and thoughts, 

With God are valueless. 

I was a sinner, God doth know, 

And all was dark within, 
The carnal mind my bitterest foe, 

My daily drink was sin. 

[ found at last a mournful cry. 

And mercy was my theme ; 
Appeal to God at once or die, 

I could only look to him. 

The precious hour, the time had come, 

My aching heart relieved, 
And not a farthing's worth I'd done, 

I could not God deceive. 

That which I loved I now forsake. 

My lot of sin and shame, 
The great broad way 1 now did hate, 

The way in which I came. 

God draws the sinner by His grace 

From a drear wilderness ; 
'Tis his great love poor sinners taste, 

And his own righteousness. 

' Twas God who taught my soul within, 
' Twas God that made me cry, 



76 SONGS OF PRAISE 

'Twas God who pardoned all my sin. 
And me prepared to die. 

72. L. M. 

O Could I Tell. 

O could I, with my stammering tongue, 
Find words to praise the Father's Son ; 
O could I raise my voice on high, 
I'd sound his praise up to the sky. 

O could I lisp some words of praise, 
To tell of my Redeemer's ways, 
I'd tell of Christ, our faithful friend. 
And praise His name unto the end. 

O could I find some words to tell 
Glad tidings of Immanuel ! 
O could I praise His glorious name, 
And with my tongue aloud proclaim. 

O could I tell of God's de ar Son, 
And of the holy, righteous one; 
O could I tell of his free grace. 
His wondrous love and righteousness. 

78. L. M. 

The Good Old Way. 

Children are fed in pastures green, 
From time to time, with food unseen. 
By Parent dear, from day to day, 
When walking in the good old way. 



AXD PRACTICAL, LIFE. 

But some are in the cold, bare field, 
The watchmau calls, they will not yield. 
And drooping on from day to day, 
They ask' not for the good old way. 

While others hear the tender voice. 
And come and feast where food is choice ; 
Their Master's word they do obey. 
And walk along the good old way. 

But some among the wild beasts roam, 
Away from friends, away from home; 
They care not for the call, they say. 
And leave the path — the good old way. 

And drifting on with bleak winds cold. 
The warning words of them are told — 
The trumpet sounding, day by day, 
To seek the paths — the good old way. 

Do hearkeu to the watchman's call, 
Renounce the world and give up all. 
And come and feed here day by day, 
Along the paths — the good old way. 

The old lie out to starve and die, 
And the tender lambs, who beg and cry, 
Are holding back from day to day. 
And ask not for the good old way. 

Oh! children dear, out iu the storm. 
Do, pray come home, away from harm ; 
You are invited day by day, 
To Zion's path — the good old way. 
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78 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Grood, rich, ripe food, the purest kind, 
So gently given, so well refined ; 
How can you now refuse to stay, 
Outside the paths — rthe good old way? 

A full supply always on hand. 
Direct from heaven, the promised land ; 
Oh I why not come, just now obey, 
Walk in the paths — the good old way. 

74. C. M. 

Angels. 

O let the holy angels come. 

The immortal hosts of heaven, 
And bring glad tidings from our home — 

The home by trod's grace given. 

O come, O come, sweet angels, come, 

And bring the gladsome news, 
Your cheering words and friendly touch, 

How could we dare refuse? 

O come and cheer us on our way, 

Poor prisoners bound in sin. 
With iron fetters day by day, 

And heavy hearts within. 

We're traveling o'er the mountain paths, 
And across the dangerous streams, 

All bruised and bleeding on our way; 
Such dreadful, frightful scenes! 

We would not long on earth remain. 
We'd leave this sinful clitne : 



AND PRACTICAJ. LIFE. 79 

() if we could with you asceud, 
And heavenly mansions find ! 

O we will wait your kind return, 

Wait for the heavenly day, 
Our festering bands that now are borne 

Will then be cut away. 

Then we can fly to heaven with you, 

The angel lauds above, 
We'll skip the gulf and mountains, too. 

And dwell with you in love. 

76. S. M. 

Flying Hours. 

The sun is sinking low 

Behind the distant hill ; 
The days and nights, how fast they go I 

They're never standing still. 

Another day is gone, 

The lonely night appears ; 
How fast the hours go flying on I 

How fast the fleeting years! 

We stretch out on our bed, 

Again we'll try to rest ; 
The flying hours are quickly sped, 

How soon the night is past! 

We rise at morning dawn. 

But on and on they fly; 
They're rushing on with every sun. 

And so are you and I. 



80 SONGS OF PRAISE 

76. 78. 

Shall We Hope to Live Again? 

Is this mortal life a dream? 
Birth, and life, and death-bed scene ? 
Shall we hope to live again? 
Shall our hopes be all in vain? 

Fresh from the cradle, as of old, 
Wrestling with the world for gold, 
Early man begins to fight ; 
Wealth and fame are his delight. 

Nature's children, what are we? 
After death where shall we be? 
Infants are born, and live and die ; 
Who can tell the causes why? 

Shall we look and hope in vain 
For a life to live again ? 
Who can tell or who can know 
Why we come or this way go? 

Short the life of man, indeed. 
Flying through with lightning speed, 
Tossed about with worldly care. 
Yet his landing draweth near. 

Morning's light and evening's sun, 
Then our course is almost run ; 
Evening shades and fading light, 
Quickly followed by the night. 

When life's brittle thread is broke, 
And we've thrown off this mortal yoke, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 81 

When we feel death's biting sting, 
May we hope to live again? 

Yes, we hope to live again, 
Live a life made free frona pain ; 
Of that life God only knows, 
Where man dwells, or where he goes. 

When we think of what we are, 
Then we're filled with dark despair; 
With a sorrow, tear and sigh. 
Grieved because we're born to die. 

We cannot change our mortal course, 
Carried on by such great force; 
Every thing there is in sight, 
Travels on with day and night. 

Yet we trust that some great power 
Doth control and rule the hour; 
Subject to that power we stand — 
All is ruled by its strong hand. 

We will look, and watch, and wait, 
We will trust the unseen Great ; 
What we do, for that we're slain, 
Yet we hope to live again. 

When our earthly course is run. 
When the thread of life is spun. 
With the last expiring breath. 
Heaven's light may shine in death. 

Fading world of sin and pain ! 
Yes, we hope to live again ; 



82 SONGS OF PKAISE 

Before the judge of heaven's land, 
There for good or bad we'll stand. 

Far beyond the gloom of night, 
All the mist cleared up and bright; 
Endless joy may be our lot. 
This dark page of life forgot. 

77. C. M. 

The Lord Knozc^s Our Way. 

The Lord our God doth surely know 

How in this flesh we dwell ; 
How thorny is the road we go, 

The Lord doth know full well. 

Here in this feeble, human frame, 
We're tempest tossed and bound ; 

So full of cares and full of pain, 
Here in this dungeon found. 

' Tis not for us to stay or stop, 

Long in this mortal prison ; 
And many tears of anguish drop. 

From our poor souls are riven. 

On life's cold stream we float along. 
And fate seems hovering near; 

How oft our boat seems dashed aground, 
When dangerous waves appear. 

We long and pine for distant hills, 
We'd scale the mountains high. 

For some green spot our souls to fill, 
For this we srroan and sisfh. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 83 

We from the cup of sin do drink, 

Our natural thirst to assuage, 
But our poor souls, so weak and faint, 

Crave sweeter beverage. 

We dream of purer, brighter hinds. 

For angel lands we sigh. 
Beyond the beatiug storms of time, 

We hope, for you and I. 

78. C. M. 

The Triune God. 

The Father, Holy Ghost and Word 

Abide with sinful man ; 
The workings of the triune (irod 

\Iake known the righteous plan. 

The Father, Holy Ghost and word, 

Compose the three in one; 
And the Spirit, water and the blood, 

Also agree in one. 

The witness of the living God, 

The Spirit testitied. 
Of the great work which he had done 

When Christ was crucified. 

Our Lord doth give eternal life; 

This life is in His Sou ; 
He spilt Elis blood, and when He died, 

The mighty work was done. 



84 SONGS OP PRAISE 

79. C. M. 

The Time To Die. 

Wheu I was young 1 sought the road, 

Of which wealth is the test ; 
But now I'm old, I crave not gold, 

I crave a sweeter rest. 

I love the earth all clothed in green ; 

I do not wish to die, 
Till cold December's chills have come, 

O then my soul would fly. 

I love the earth when it is seen 

Beneath the warm, blue sky — 
The hills, and trees, and mountains green, 

O then I would not die. 

The cheerful spring returns, you know. 

Drives back the winter's gloom: 
The trees grow green and meadows, too, 
Send foKth their rich perfume. 

I love the gladsome, spring-like days, 

The happiest of the year; 
But like the days of my boyhood, 

They quickly disappear. 

1 love the woods adorned in green, 

But soon the leaves will fall ; 
Then I'd sleep 'neath the moon's pale beam. 

And gladly give up all. 

The time, or how, we're not to choose. 
When from this world we part; 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 85 

We'll make no choice, no time refuse, 
That falls to our sad lot. 

The solemn, melancholy call 

Of death we soon shall hear; 
The time allotted here for all 

Is daily drawing near. 

80. C. M. 
Death's Unhrohen Chairt. 

The chains of death around us wound 

Are festering' links that bind, 
And children of the flesh are found 

In great distress of mind. 

We have no power to break the chains 

And gain our liberty ; 
Grim monster, death, forever reigns, 

From it we cannot flee. 

Death's beating billows round us roll 

With every changing wind; 
The current strong we now behold 

Down on our flesh descend. 

Why should we mourn, lament and cry, 

At death's unbroken chain ? 
For grace will melt it all away 

And free us from its pain. 

81. CM. 

Gloom Overshadows the Mind. 

O I'm a poor, lost sinner, Lord, 
Thy law I cannot fill ; 

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86 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Unable of myself to keep, 
Or to perform Thy will. 

O could I walk with humble feet, 

The open pathway made, 
Thy footsteps and Thy track I'd keep, 

And do as Thou hast said. 

How can I claim the Lord my own. 

And go so far astray? 
Shall I be banished from His throne, 

And from the eternal day. 

82. C. M. 

Pain and Sorrow. 

From pain and sorrow let us pass, 

From all our worldly cares. 
The sufferings of our mortal flesh, 

The anguish and the tears. 

Borne down in sorrow and in pain, 

Our life is but a dream ; 
What gloomy thoughts pervade the mind, 

Such little light can gleam. 

O our decaying forms must die. 

Return unto the ground ; 
O how we mourn, lament and cry; 

No other way is found. 

88. C. M. 

A Poor, Lone Beggar. 

O I'm a poor, lone beggar. Lord, 
A sinning man of dust ; 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 87 

A poor, lone beggar at Thy feet, 
I am poor and weak at be&t. 

O I'm a poor and guilty worm, 

A crawliug worm of clay ; 
Worthless and helpless. Lord, I mourn, 

Along the lonesome way. 

We ask, O God, for mercies great, 

For favors not a few ; 
For we are tired, poor and weak. 

And know not what to do. 

84. C. M. 

God's People. 

O had I power to reconcile 

God's people here below, 
I'd raise my voice and loud I'd cry, 

Wherever I do go. 

I'd gladly comfort and console. 

Along the uneven way ; 
I'd bear their troubles and their load, 

On each and every day. 

For them my heart within me moves, 

For them I try to pray. 
For them my soul within is stirred, 

With them I'll ever stay. 

Oh I could I meet them all below. 

And tell of Jesus' worth, 
To them I'd fly, yea, gladly go. 

Be reconciled in death. 



88 SONOS OF PRAISE 

86. P.M. 

Follow Him. 

When the sun refused to shine on Golgotha's 
rugged brow, 
Where the Savior of sinners was slain ; 
'Twas there he bore their sins, and for them 
his head did bow ; 
All hail ! blessed One, follow Biin. 

Chorus: 

Follow Him, follow Him, all hail I blessed One, 
follow Him; 
In the blood of the Lamb, 
In the blood of the Son, 
All hail! blessed One, follow Him. 
Let us taste of the goodness that tiows from 
his blood. 
And bear with our suffering and pain; 
Let us drink from the fountain of His redeem- 
ing love; 
All hail! blessed One, follow Him. 

Cho.— 

We will follow the path that our Savior has trod. 

And we'll suffer the grief and the shame ; 

We will follow the meek and the lowly Son of 
God ; 

All hail ! blessed One, follow him. 

Cho.— 

Let us drink of the cup and we'll eat of His 
bread, 
And forever will praise him and sing; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 89 

We will take up our cross and will humblv be 
led, 

All hail! blessed Oue, follow Him. 

Cho.— 

When at last we shall soar to that home upon 
high, 

And when our poor bodies are changed, 

We will sing, hallelujah, with wings we shall 
fly; 

All hail! blessed Oue, follow Bim. 

Cho.— 

86. CM. 

The Church. 

How lirm and solid is the rock, 

On which the church is built ; 
And Christ is the builder and support, 

For it His blood was spilt. 

Christ is the sure foundation stone. 
Upon which the building stands, 

The framework all by Him alone. 
Was wrought by His own hand. 

The winds, and storms, and floods may beat, 

Upon this building hard, 
But it will stand in Him complete, 

For Christ was daily guard. 

Kept as the apple of His eye. 

The glory of His cause, 
He lingers always round it nigh — 

By grace his people draws. 



90 SONGS OF PRAISE 

' Tie like the bright and morning star, 

Out in the clear blue sky, 
The church illuminates afar, 

And God doth glorify. 

Firm as the rock his people stand, 

The glory of the Lord, 
Upheld and fed by his own hand, 

And by the gospel word. 

87. S. M. 
A Prayer. 

O friends, why should we mourn? 

Or why these doubts and fears ? 
If God shines in our souls 

He'll sweeten all our tears. 

O let the curtain rise, 

Between us and our God ; 
May he open all our eyes 

That we may see the road. 

Theu would our burdened souls 
Break forth in strains of joy, 

That sin's dark spots and stains 
No more our peace destroy. 

88. P. M. 

Thankfulness. 

O how thankful we are, 
When God's favors appear, 
When the ground is all parched up and dry ; 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 91 

O how thankful are we, , 
Wheu his favors we see, 
Handed down from the uppermost sky. 

We are helpless, indeed, 
We are poor and in need, 
All are standing at mercy's kind door; 
But we are thankful again, 
Wheu the Lord sends us rain, 
All his children are thankful once more. 

O we fall at His feet, 

Taste of mercies so sweet. 
Flowing from the fair lands up above; 

O we beg and implore, 

And we'll praise and adore 
Our great King for his mercy and love. 

O let's praise Him and sing. 
Our dear Savior and King, 
Let's remember the Lord up on high; 

how thankful are we, 
When his blessings we see, 

Handed down from the uppermost sky. 

89. L. M. 

In the Woods Alone. 

Beneath the sun's bright shining rays 

1 love to dwell and spend my days; 
I love to sing, and talk, and pray. 
And tell of Jesus on the way. 



92 SONGS OF PKAISE 

I love to view Ihe landfecape o'er; 
I love to walk along the shore; 
From hill to hill, from sea to sea, 
O could I roam aud tell of thee ! 

The winds so softly fan my face, 
While travelint^ on from place to place; 
In every plant, and leaf, and tiower, 
God's grace and love shines every hour. 

No tougue can tell nor pen portray 
The beauty of one summer day; 
O what a grand and winning sight I 
The woods and hills are my delight. 

O when this mortal life shall cease, 
When I shall quit this lovely place, 
O will this world with shining love 
Outdo the mansions high above? 

O no, these hills will not compare, 
With heaven's mansions high, up there ; 
Unfading beauties far surpass — 
Their splendor will forever last. 

O may we reach the heavenly hill, 
And tind its joy our hearts to fill. 
Rejoice and praise the heavenly day, 
In pleasant fields that ne'er decay. 

90. C. M. 

We Must Looh Beyond. 

O child of God, what have we found 
In this cold world below, 



AND PRACTICAI. LIFE. 9S 

But clouds, aud storms, and perils, too, 
Wherever we do go? 

O what is life but dread and fear, 

Affliction's heavy chain? 
We cannot help the falling tear 

While we on earth remain. 

We'll pass beyond the heavy rod. 

We'll step beyond its stroke. 
We'll fly away and be with God, 

The linal end of hope. 

91. CM. 

Reniemher Ye the Lord. 

The Lord is always good and kind, 

Uemember ye the Lord ; 
And we shall always blessings find 

In the keeping of His word. 

Our life is but a single span, 

Its just one rolling wave 
At every step, and crook and turn, 

We're hastening to the grave. 

We should remember God, indeed, 

For He is good and kind, 
If we would be by Him received, 

And heaven's glories find. 

92. 

They Ave Gathering Home. 

Our Savior dwells in brighter lands, 
His children come when He commands; 

13 



94 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Our dying day is drawing near. 
Before King Jesus we'll appear. 

Chorus : 

They're gathering home, they're gathering 

home; 
The nations all are gathering home. 

From forest, field and landscape o'er, 
From distant lauds, on every shore, 
From all the hills and flowery plains. 
They're gathering home where Jesus reigns. 

Cho — 

The seas may roar and billows break, 
The earth may tremble, reel and shake, 
Yet God is gathering one by one. 
From every land, from every tongue. 

Cho.— 

The world may gaze and stand amazed, 

With millions, millions half way crazed, 

Still He is gathering, one by one, 

His faithful and His chosen ones. 

Cho.— 

O, children dear, believe his word, 

If you should cry you would be heard; 

O turn, repenting sinner, turn. 

For God will spare you and not burn, 

Cho.— 

While God is calling, thousands come 
From every quarter, still there's room ; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 96 

They're gatheriog- home, they're gathering 

home, 
From every laud beneath the suu. 

Cho.— 

93. C. M. 

Song. 

Behold, the clouds are hanging low, 

The distant thunders roar. 
The ceaseless winds continuous blow. 

O'er all this lonesome shore. 

Our drooping, changing, shifting minds, 

Are clouded like the day; 
Our home-tried friends,8o good and kind, 

In death are called away. 

We'll leave the earth, with all its load 

Of misery, want and crime ; 
We're swiftly moving on to God, 

This world we'lLleave behiud. 

94. C. M. 
Armies of the Living God. 

O let the sparkling camp fires burn. 

As in the days of yore ; 
Ten thousand thousand hearts still yearn 

For Canaan's happy shore. 

The armies of the living God, 
With banners waving high, 



96 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Move on towards the happy laud — 
And who can them defy ? 

Away, away, O let them fly, 

True soldiers of the Lord ; 
The fruitful hills are towering high 

Beyond the swelling flood. 

With camp outfits and tents they move, 

And shoes that never wear, 
With heavenly manna from above, 

And none shall lack a share. 

O let the living armies move, 

As in the days of yore ; 
Ten thousand, thousand, hearts of love, 

For Canaan's happy shore. 

95, C. M. 

Unregenerated . 

We cannot change the hearts of men, 

Nor take their sins away, 
Nor make their bosoms swell with love, 

To ask for endless day. 

The dark, the cold, the unborn soul. 

In folly loves to bask, 
To live again or be made whole — 

He willeth not to ask. 

The lifeless world is speeding on. 

Almost with lightning speed ; 
This craving world is hnrled along. 

Its life is crime and greed. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 97 

96. CM. 

God Gives the Life. 

We cannot tell, we do not know, 

Just why we are sure to die, 
Unless it be for what we do — 

Perhaps this may be why. 

We're fallen creatures at our best, 

God did not make us so ; 
But we're all lost in mortal flesh, 

And on to ruin we go. 

For we were poisoned in the fall — 

The sting of death is sin ; 
We're lost and helpless, one and all. 

Unless we're saved by Him. 

God does not now design to give. 

For what we claim or say ; 
Our natures could not be received, 

For this is not His way. 

He is holy, perfect, pure and clean, 

While we are only flesh; 
We^could not be received by Him, 

IMll we are made afresh. 

God clothes the tree in living green, 

It could not clothe itself; 
He gives to us the life unseen, 

With inward righteousness. 



98 SONGS OF PRAISE 

97. C. M. 

Return, Repent. 

Repent, repent, O mau, repent, 

Return unto the Lord ; 
To you the great salvation's sent, 

Repent, obey the word. 

Repent, repent, O mau, repent. 

And turn from every sin ; 
Look to the Lord and be ye saved, 

O turn and look to him. 

Repent, O son of man, repent, 

The law you have within ; 
Why will you not obey the Lord ? 

O turn and look to Him. 

Thou feeble son of man, repent. 
Good works just now begin ; 

Deny yourself and look to Christ, 
O turn and look to Him. 

He is your bright and morning star — 

O can't you follow Him ? 
The Spirit and the bride say come, 

O turn from every sin. 

Repent, repent, O man, repent. 

Look to the Lord and live ; 
To you His great salvation's sent, 

O turn, and He'll forgive. 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE. 99 

98. L. M. 

Friendly Home to Come. 

There's only a few that I have found, 
That seem to be like me, cast down; 
Or realize their dreadful state, 
Or call on Grod for mercies great. 

[ could not ask, or mourn, or pray, 
Till Jesus led me in the way ; 
How could I rightly call on Him, 
Till [ was shown my guilt and sin? 

O what is life with all its pain, 
If we're not blessed and born again ? 
And if there's not some brighter home 
Beyond this sin-stained world to come? 

Distresses thick around me lie — 
O who will answer when I cry, 
If there's no power that will us save, 
Or raise our bodies from the grave? 

O dark and lonely is my way, 
With anxious thoughts each day by day ; 
And my poor mind is so distressed — 
This is my lot, I must confess. 

God gives the life and takes away, 
And we have not one word to say; 
We suffer pain, pass on and die, 
But dare not ask the causes why. 

O gladly would we reach the end. 
If God would only mercies send ; 

LqCC. 



100 SONGS OF PRAISE 

If he will hear us when we cry, 
Then we'll be reconciled to die. 

O, let the hours and moments fly 
If Grod will meet us at the last — 

Unveil the hidden life to come, 

And greet us with a friendly home. 

99. C. M. 

Sing Songs in Praise to God. 

O for a sweeter song to sing 

The praises of our God ; 
Much fresher, sweeter anthems briug, 

To sound His praise abroad. 

Go, sing, and tell the glorious news, 

Salvation, oh! how sweet; 
For both the Gentiles and the Jews, 

Salvation's made complete. 

O sing a sweeter, nobler song, 
Our tongues to lisp His praise; 

O let our psalms and hymns prolong, 
Make known His righteous ways. 

100. L. M. 

The Bitter Cup. 

O can I not refuse to taste. 

And take my flight and onward haste ? 

O can I not refuse the cup ? 

Or from its contents must I sup ? 

O my poor soul from it doth shrink 
And of its contents would not drink; 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE. 101 

But when its dying groans are heard 
Its bitter theu may not be feared. 

0«could I sup without a sigh, 
Taste of the cup and drink it dry, 
Then I might view the greater throng, 
March through the gates with joyful song. 

The light, the joy, that love-lit place 
Reflecting from our Father's face. 
Will compensate for all our tears — 
Then God will drive away all fears. 

101. CM. 

The Church. 

Can heaven be more beauteous. Lord, 

Than Zion's fields below, 
When peace abounds, and no discord 

Disturbs love's joyous flow? 

We walk around the garden walls, 

Inside the lovely gates; 
The fig tree putteth forth green figs. 

The vine its tender grapes. 

Along the garden paths we stroll. 

And view the heavenly land; 
The growing plants before our eyes 

In blushing beauty stand. 

How happy is the man of God 

Inside the heavenly wall; 
While strolling along the garden walks 

How can he ever fall? 
u 



102 SONGS OF PRAISE 

102. C. M. 

Our Delight. 
(MAY 18, 1897.) 

We love to Bit beneath the trees, 

Od warm aud sunny days, 
Where none molest, or make afraid, 

While we our Savior praise. 

We love to live in peace, and speak 

Of our Redeemer's name ; 
How good aud excellent His ways, 

Aloud we would proclaim. 

We love the woods, the hills, and streams, 

And all that God has made; 
We love to glorify His name. 

Out in the lovely shade. 

And when the world is lost to sight, 

Our mind goes flying on ; 
God's grace still holds us in the light, 

While we are traveling home. 

103. C. M. 
Our Joys. 

Among the little social bands 

My fondest joys they lie: 
Where God's refulgent glory shines 

To all the passers by. 

We cross the rocks and fords below, 
We journey o'er the hills, 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 103 

Aud onward to Mount Zion go, 
Our thirsting souls to fill. 

Refresh our souls with love divine, 

God's glorious gift to man; 
It guides us through the wilderness, 

On to the heavenly land. 

O may it dwell within our breast. 

Aud linger round us nigh; 
Its light may shine around us bright, 

To all the passers by. 



104. 



Grace Paid it All. 

I have traveled the ocean stream, 

Its wealth was ray aim; 
I found only vision's dream 

Of luster and fame; 
All, all was dark and cold. 
Without grace to warm the soul ; 
All, all was strife within, 

This world to gain. 

I have sought all the joys of life, 
While wandering around, 

But I gained only grief aud strife, 
Few pleasures I found; 

Earth's troubles filled my breast. 

Till my soul it could not rest. 

Great streams of anguish flow. 
Here, here below. 



104 SONGS OF PRAISE 

I mingled with joy and mirth, 
But all, all was vain ; 

1 sought for the wealth of earth. 
And it tried to gain ; 

Soon, then, I made complaint, 
For my flesh was weak and faint. 
Trembling I sought relief. 
All, all in tears. 

O I labored incessantly, 

But all brought no peace ; 
And as I suffered distressingly, 

'Twas then 1 found grace 
The Lord bestowed on me; 
Jesus found and set me free, 
Grace all my days shall see, 

Grace paid it all. 

Grace found me in my sins, 

' Twas grace all the way ; 
It was grace shined my soul within, 

And taught me to pray ; 
Grace, grace shall be my song, 
Grace that led my soul along, 
Grace, grace shall be my theme, 

Grace paid it all. 

105 L. M. 

The Gospel Plan. 

There are many ways devised by man, 
But God prepared the gospel plan ; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 106 

Ordained it to save sinners, poor, 
And grace and power make it sure. 

Ye fearful, trembling, weeping souls. 
The gospel plan will make you whole 
O watch, poor sinners, hear the cry. 
The gospel day is passing by. 

Re not encumbered with much care. 
Nor drift along in dark despair; 
But prune your worldly natures down, 
And sit beneath the gospel sound. 

Our time is short, we all must die, 

O will you not to Jesus fly. 

And with your Savior spend your days? 

Subdue your cold and formal ways, 

Then we can praise the King of heaven, 
And rest content with favors given ; 
Obey the glorious gospel plan. 
Prepared to save rebellious man. 

106. CM. 

Gospel Tidings. 

Arise, ye nations, arise and hear 

• The glorious gospel sound ; 
Proclaim glad tidings far and near, 
To all the world around. 

O spread abroad the glorious news. 

The gospel jubilee ; 
Among the Gentiles and the Jews, 

Proclaim, Salvation's free. 



106 SONGS OF PKAISE 

The g-lorious gospel news go tell, 
The trumpet's joyful souud, 

The sweet vibratiug echo's swell 
To earth's remotest bound. 

Prepare a table, spread a feast. 

Invite all nations in ; 
The wise, the tall, the great, and least. 

To sup with Christ their King. 

Ring, O ring the gospel bell. 

Let all the nations know ; 
Glad tidings of salvation tell. 

To all the world below. 

O blow the trumpet, sound the call, 

For all the royal guests ; 
Invite the nations, great and small, 

To come to Christ and rest. 

107. 

Wandering Pilgrim. 

I'm a poor, old, wandering pilgrim, 

Ofttimes resting in the shade ; 
Many days and nights been traveling 

On my earthly pilgrimage; 
I've been resting by the roadside, 

'Neath the shade trees along the way. 
In my lonely hours been thinking 

Of the long, eternal day. 

Over hill, and vale, and mountain. 
With my stay and staff in hand, 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 107 

Along the rough, iiueven journey, 

In a poor, sin-stricken laud ; 
There are no beds made soft and downy, 

No soft pillows for my head. 
And the way is rough and thorny — 

I ofttimes wish that I was dead. 

I'm a poor, old, wandering pilgrim, 

Heavy laden on the way, 
Great and many are my afflictions, 

Growing greater every day; 
I will ask the Lord to help me, 

And hold up my feeble hands. 
And to take me in His bosom. 

And to take me as I am. 

When at last my journey's ended, 

I hope to reach that radiant shore, 
In the long and glad forever. 

Where sin and troubles are no more ; 
It's a resting place for strangers, 

Who are traveling on the way ; 
It's a resting place for pilgrims, 

Land of rest! O longed-for day. 



108. 



In Peace. 

Once more we're all in peace, 
Once more our hearts unite, 

And every act, and word, and thought, 
Express our soul's delight. 



108 SONGS OF PRAISE 

O let US then rejoice, 

In one fraternal band. 
All in one union, with one voice, 

All joined in heart and hand. 

Let every tongue proclaim 

Aloud the tie that binds ; 
Each throbbing heart declare the same, 

The love and peace it finds. 

In mutual love and peace, 
The Lord doth surely bless ; 

The smiling of each loving face, 
Bespeaks true happiness. 

Gro on and serve the Lord, 

Each one his place to fill; 
We'll all go ou without discord. 

To do our Master's will. 

109. 

The Good Old Church. 

Blest be the tie that binds 

Us to the old church home ; 
The same old spot we love to find, 

Where saints delight to come. 

The good, old-fashioned house, 
Where Zion's children meet; 

Beneath its worn and shattered roof, 
We oft our brethren greet. 

We love the good old church, 
With all its tender ways; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 109 

We love to niiugle with the saints, 
Join in their songs of praise. 

How often there we've trod 

Upon the sacred ground. 
Joined in the worship of our God, 

Where love and peace abound. 

O how we love to find 

Our brethren all in peace; 
The same old kindred tie that binds 

All to the dear old place. 

Lo, many years have passed 

That we have served the Lord, 
And in the same old-fashioned place, 

He feeds us on His word. 

Our heads have now grown white, 

We'll soon turn pale and die, 
We soon shall pass the stormy night, 

Keach dearer homes on high. 

110. CM. 

Be Ye Reconciled. 

O, man of God, shed not a tear. 

Our trials will soon be o'er; 
We'll leave this world, with all its care. 

For Canaan's happy shore. 

O, man of God, why should you cry? 

The tears go streaming down ! 
We soon shall with the angels fly 

And rest with them at home. 



110 SONGS OF PRAISE 

O, man of God, why will you cry? 

O wipe your tears away ; 
There's peace aud rest in yonder sky, 

A brighter, clearer day. 

O, nnau of God, why would you stay, 

Long on this troubled shore? 
From persecutions fly away, 

Where troubles are no more. 

O, man of God, what shall we say 

To reconcile the mind? 
We'll launch from these cold shores away 

And endless glory find. 

O, man of God, look far away. 

Rejoice and sing aloud. 
There's rest and peace from all the storms, 

Beyond the lowering cloud. 

O, man of God, why will you cry, 
Or shake when death appears? 

Its swinging gate will bring us joy ; 
O dry your falling tears. 

O, man of God. what shall we say? 

Our day will soon be o'er; 
We soon shall quit this house of clay 

For Canaan's happy shore. 

HI. CM. 

Desire for Baptism. 

O how we longed to be baptized 
When first we knew the Lord I 



AND PRACTICAI^ LIFE. Ill 

And by the water lingered oft, 
Resolved to keep his word. 

We'd follow him and keep the pledge, 

We'd do the Master's will : 
We gathered round the water's edge, 

Obeyed His mandate still. 

Buried with Christ into His death, 

In form as He had led, 
We rose to walk in a new life 

And do as He had said. 

The answer of a conscience good, 

Is the reward we earn ; 
That brighter pathways we may find, 

And better precepts learn. 

112. 88. 6. 
The Least. 

I'm the least of all the saints, 
If 1 am one at all ; 

I'm troubled with the worst complaints, 
The worst that could befall. 

'Tis sin and folly, grief and woe. 

That doth my soul annoy ; 
The tempter comes — my bit'rest foe. 

And would my hope destroy. 

113. 8s. 6. 
Went Astray. 

1 know not, and I could not tell, 

When first I went astray ; 



112 SONGS OF PRAISE 

But from my siuful lips words fell, 
Throughout the live-long day. 

O, dearest Lord, could I recall 
The words, the deeds, the crime, 

The lot, the portion, and the all, 
Brought by the carnal mind. 

' Tis our own faults that drag us down, 

They never build us up, 
They leave us prone upon the ground, 

Without a single prop. 

We fold our arms and think it good, 

We call the bitter, sweet. 
The unclean nature always would 

The gall and wormwood eat. 

We roll the morsel 'neath the tongue, 

We call it rich and rare, 
The old-time song so often sung — 

"Let each one get his share." 

Man's nature leads him to disown 

The God he should obey ; 
But all his wayward life was known, 

Before he went astray. 

114. C. M. 

Cheer Up. 

Cheer up, ye feeble, fainting souls. 

Dread not the bitter cup. 
For Jesus claims you for his own. 

And He will raise you up. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 113 

Cheer up, ye feeble, fainting souls, 

For you Lord Jesus died; 
His blood was spilt, it made you whole, 

When he was crucified. 

Cheer up, ye feeble, fainting souls, 

No longer hide your face, 
For Christ will take you safely home. 

Poor children, saved by grace. 

Cheer up, ye feeble, fainting souls, 

Pray do not worship toys, 
Beyond the glittering things of earth. 

You'll reap eternal joys. 

116. C. M. 

A Debt of Gratitude to God. 

what a puny stick of clay, 
As worthless as a weed. 

The law I never could obey. 
My heart's so filled with greed. 

1 could not pray, I could not cry, 

My heart was hard as steel, 
I could not ask, I know not why, 
No evil conscience feel. 

I did not realize my state. 

The guilty man of sin, 
I did not see the sin to hate, 

Nor feel the guilt within. 

But O, a pang of sorrow came. 
And quickly struck me down. 



114 SONGS OF PKAISE 

Gave 1116 a bleeding heart, all tom, 
A stiuging- deadly wound. 

Poor, puny stick of clay and dust, 

At last did now give way, 
And to the Righteous and the Just, 

At once began to pray. 

With sorrowing heart I called on God 

To come to my relief; 
I felt that I had done no good, 

My sins, they brought me grief. 

But grace and mercy manifest. 

While I was sore distressed, 
Did raise me up, and O how blest ! 

His love within I felt. 

O Lord, our God, we trust in Thee, 
We feel Thy quickening power. 

Thy grace alone hath made us free, 
We love Thee every hour. 

116. C. M, 

Our Hope. 

O Lord, we praise and chant thy name, 

We long to see thy face ; 
A crown of glory let us claim, 

And now we claim Thy grace. 

Where everlasting springs abide, 

And rocks that never shake, 
O, may Thy Spirit onward guide. 

And never us forsake. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 115 

O, come and wipe away all tears, 

All spots of sin and shame. 
Aud let this blighted world of ours 

Get rid of every staiu. 

O, come aud heal our every wouud, 

Make g"lad our souls iu peace, 
Then let our hearts iu love be found. 

Enlightened by Thy Grace. 

117. 8s. 6. 

The Gospel. 

The glorious gospel's soothing sound 

Awakes the child of sin ; 
Poor, mourning children it hath found. 

And gently led them iu. 

At first it sounds much like a knell. 

And they are made to feel 
Like standing on the brink of hell, 

Their endless torment sealed. 

Their sins arrayed before them rise 
Like mountains tall and great; 

Their past life how they now despise, 
Deplore their dying state. 

They cannot walk, they cannot stand, 
Their trembling form gives way, 

Aud sinking down with lifted hands. 
In earnestness they pray. 

At last they feel their sins forgiven. 
Their burdened souls set free, 



116 SONGS OF PRAISE 

And in their hearts a hope of heaven 
Springs up eternally. 

The gospel trumpet leads the way. 

It gives a joyful sound, 
It finds poor children gone astray, 

By it the lost are found. 

They find their thirsting souls refreshed, 

Their daily drink and meat ; 
O happy day, the gospel brought, 

Salvation, O how sweet. 

They seem to cheerish and to prize, 

True happiness within ; 
O how they long to be baptized, 

And quit the paths of sin. 

The gladsome tidings, glorious news, 

Brings children lost, to sight; 
No child of God can well refuse 

The day instead of night. 

118. C. M. 

Departed Friends. 

Why should we fear the time to die? 

Or mourn our dearest friends? 
When from this world their souls shall fly, 

Their earthly trouble ends. 

Why should we grieve or shed a tear, 

Or let sorrow fill the heart? 
For well we know that death is near. 

From earth we soon shall part. 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE. 117 

What could we find iu this poor world, 

That we should wish to stay? 
So many trials, paiiis and tears, 

Are found along the way. 

This sinful life will soon be o'er, 

Our time of grief and pain, 
And we shall reach a blessed shore. 

Washed clean from every stain. 

Why should we fear the time to die? 

Or take our last farewell? 
To join our friends in brighter skies, 

In heavenly lands to dwell. 

Why should we mourn for dearest friends, 
When called from this dull shore ? 

For them all sin and sorrow ends. 
And affiictions pain no more. 

119. 

Greater Peace of Mind. 

O for a greater peace of mind. 

While dwelling here below; 
While serving out our precious time. 

Let love and friendship grow. 

Let new desires and fonder hopes 

Burst forth from day to day ; 
Spring up like tender plants that grow, 

Spread beauty along the way. 

A crown of everlasting joy, 
Shines forth like morning light; 

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118 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Faith, love and hope our miuds employ, 
Our every-day delight. 

120. S. M. 
Love. 

In union there is bliss, 

In hearts together wove ; 
What mutual binding tie is this, 

The fellowship of love! 

Our tender, throbbing hearts, 
Once more are filled with love, 

A cordial greeting each imparts, 
A token from above. 

O let our joys abound 

In sweetest melody. 
In rapturous praise, end all our days, 

From worldly pleasures flee. 

Let every tear be dry, 

The tender cords be healed ; 
For every spot where love has touched, 

A brother's sigh will feel. 

121. C. M. 

Sheep Abroad. 

We read the writing on the wall. 

The finger board of God, 
And there we find the way for all 

Poor strangers found abroad. 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 119 

While traveliug iu some distant land, 

And left without a guide, 
Out on the rooks or treacherous sand, 

In daitger of the tide. 

Our Savior seeks there for His sheep, 

The little lanibs that cry ; 
When loud and long He calls for them, 

They only groan and sigh. 

Oh, would they all but come to Him, 

Be housed within His walls, 
Be fed by His own skillful hand, 

And answer when He calls. 

122. 78. 

Our Gloomy Life. 

Deep in sorrows and in sin. 

Distresses around me lie ; 
O what is life, or what is gain? 

Or who will answer when I cry? 

Dark and lonely is the way. 

All along life's troubled stream; 
Anxious thoughts rise day by day; 

To live and die, is it a dream? 

Trembling beneath a load of sin, 
Grief, and woe, and many tears; 

Often asking, Is there a God? 

Almost hopeless the way appears. 

Life's brittle thread it soon must break, 
Death's solemn hour we soon must face; 



120 SONGS OF PRAISE 

And then we'll beg for mercy's sake, 
O theu we'll ask for dying- grace. 

123. L. M. 
The Apostle PaiAZ. 

The Apostle Paul, from error to save, 
The quickened Gentiles sought to wiu ; 

And with the gospel, true and brave. 
He faced the storms of wicked men. 

He turned them from the dark to light, 
That they, with opened eyes, might see, 

Receive the truth as well as sight. 
And from their idol worship flee. 

The middle wall was broken down, 

The nations all could enter in ; 
Christ Jesus was the Rising Sun, 

Their dark, cold, heathen hearts to wiu. 

The apostle labored night and day, 
He faced the heat and stinging cold ; 

In heathen lauds, though dark the way. 
He pled with sinners, young and old. 

He cared not for the angry beasts, 
Nor for the viper's poisonous bite ; 

He taught the greatest and the least, 
That Jesus was their Liviug Light. 

124. 8s. 6s. 
W^ith Christ Above. 

We soon shall leave this house of clay. 
For one eternal, endless day, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 121 

Where saints immortal ever stay, 

In a fair world above ; 
() could we see our Savior's face, 
Before we reach the heavenly place. 
Or view the shining world of grace, 

The mansions full of love! 

O then IM doubt and fear no more, 
Till my poor soul could onward soar. 
To Canaan's fair and blissful shore. 

Forever there to rest; 
There bathe my soul in that fair clime 
Where all the holy angels shine, 
Throughout one long and endless time, 

In perfect union blest. 

There join our hearts in love to sing 
Of JesuH Christ our heavenly King, 
And let our voices ever ring. 

In sweetest melody; 
There sound His praise through endless days, 
For all his righteous, perfect ways, 
And every moment there will praise. 

Through all eternity. 

We'll cast our crowns before Him there, 
In that bright world so pure and fair. 
For God and Christ are always near, 

Forever to remain ; 
There'll be one long and peaceful rest, 
Where children are forever blest. 
And numbered with the royal guest. 

We'll join in glad refrain. 



122 SONGS OF PRAISE 

125. 

Our Desire. 

The light, O Lord, let shiue, 
From heaven's radiaut shore; 

Light up my poor, benighted mind, 
Till it will ask no more. 

All troubles did depart, 
Then let me calmly rest; 

Abide with me and fill my heart. 
Then I'll be surely blest. 

ni rise then from my couch, 
My pillow bathed in tears. 

And from my soul proclaim enough 
Of joy in after years. 

My soul be fed on love. 
And evermore will sing. 

My thoughts, exalted, soar above 
In triumph with my King. 

My race is almost run, 

The days all past and gone ; 

I caauot check the setting sun, 
Nor stop my traveling on, 

O Lord, if I am thine, 

Then let my soul soon rest. 

Along the shores of endless time, 
Forever with the blest. 

And ever there remain, 
In thy great courts above, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 128 

Where Jesus will forever reign, 
All troiibJes drowned in lOve. 

Great rivers there will flow, 

C^f Joy» peace and love, 
No more hard trials e'er can know, 

For there'll be none above. 

126. C. M. 

To Be Born Again. 

God's holy spirit surely finds, 
No matter where we roam, 
We can't resist the light that shines 
In our benighted homes. 

Who would refuse the gift of God? 

Or break the silver chain, 
Connecting with the land above. 

That land without a stain? 

Refuse the gift ! x^oor man of flesh, 

Resist the power of God I 
None can resist, no, never, one 

Hath yet withstood His word. 

But if a child come to the birth 

Can resist being born. 
We might resist the power of God, 

And stay His mighty arm. 

Religion is a precious prize, 

A charm without a stain ; 
It comes from God, down from the skies, 

A prize we love to claim. 



124 SONGS OF PRAISE 

A welcome message from above. 

One we delight to hear; 
It fills a throbbing heart with love. 

And gives the hearing ear. 

127. 7s. 69. 

Thanksgiving Day. 

Thanksgiving day brings gladness, 

With its overflowing bowl, 
That drives away all sadness, 

And feeds the hungry soul; 
Then thousands feast on blessings, 

The good things of the land, 
The Lord's mercy all confessing. 

In all their social band. 

When round the table gathered, 

With dainties rich and rare. 
They should the Lord remember. 

Who sends their daily share; 
When loaded down with fatness, 

That comes up from the ground. 
Remember 'tis God's goodness 

That sends all blessings down. 

We know full well our weakness, 

By nature sin defiled, 
Although we hope not thankless. 

For blessings all the while; 
Be grateful for his goodness. 

Throughout the live-long day; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 125 

We know full well His riches, 
From Hirn the great display. 

He clothes the earth with plenty, 

'Tis scattered all around. 
That none should be left empty. 

If love 'mong all be found ; 
But while we all feel thankful, 

For what our Father gives, 
How can we be contented. 

If our brother scarcely lives. 

While the Lord is sending riches, 

And there's plenty at the door, 
We ought to feel contented. 

And feed the hungry poor ; 
When all have done their duty. 

In scattering things around, 
They can rightly thank the giver. 

For sending blessings down. 

128. 88. 7s. 

The Grave. 

All the world is traveling onward, 

From the cradle to the grave ; 
All are marching swiftly forward, 

And in the dust will soon be laid ; 
Kich and poor lie down together, 

Side by side, lie in the ground; 
There the rich will fare no better. 

There they'll wear no brighter crown. 

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126 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Cold and Bilent, dust and ashes. 

All their bodies turned to clay, 
Mix and mingle there together, 

Till the resurrection day. 
In the grave they'll no more weary, 

Winds and storms no longer fright; 
No more days so dark and dreary, 

All is one long, unknown night. 

Kings and princes with their riches, 

All their forms to fade away ; 
Jewels bright, and shining diamonds, 

Lie beneath the silent clay ; 
Wicked men and crying children. 

Hastening onward to the tomb — 
Countless thousands still are marching 

To the grave, their lonely home. 

Sleep on, nations, with your millions, 

Rest beneath the cold, cold ground; 
Rest on there for God is reigning, 

Till they hear the trumpet sound ; 
Jesus Christ again is coming. 

Saint and sinner, will you hear? 
All will arise, and all behold Him; 

Don't you know that day is near? 

129. C. M. 

Wandering Children. 

Look down, look down, Almighty God, 
Behold Thy scattered sons; 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 127 

O call them gently by Thy word, 
Poor, wandering little ones. 

Out in a stormy desert land. 

Thy wandering children roam; 
A deceitful world extends its hand, 

Inviting them to come. 

' Midst turmoils and confusions great. 

They wander among the dead ; 
While dwelling with the desolate 

They're hungering for bread. 

In some far distant land they dwell, 
And languish, mourn and pine; 

The mighty hosts of men do tell 
These strangers are not Thine. 

Their Father's house has bread to spare, 

And honey, milk and wine ; 
There they can eat and drink and share 

The gifts of (xod to Zion. 

In gospel lauds sweet angels dwell, 
And in the church there's room, 

So sweetly whispering all do tell. 
Dear, wandering child, come home. 

Distinctly hear the watchman's voice, 

The gospel trumpet sound. 
So calmly, sweetly all rejoice. 

When wandering children come. 

Out in the grumbling, growling world, 
Thy children ofttimes go; 



128 SONGS OF PRAISE 

But out in the darkest uight is heard, 
Dear, wandering child, come home. 

Come all ye weak and lowly saints, 

Who find no rest abroad, 
Come tell us of your worst complaints, 

Come to the church of God. 

Come, O come, dear child, come home. 

We hear your Savior say. 
Come with your ills and bleeding wounds, 

He'll wipe them all away. 

130. C. M. 

A Rotten Ball. 

We look upion this glowing earth, 

This great, uneven plain, 
And see a world of restless men, 

Who're seeking worldly gain. 

We see their dreadful days of old 

Stretched out beyond control. 
Along life's dark and hidden ways, 

A stream of crime unfold. 

O stormy looks the road ahead; 

Poor, suffering worms are we, 
So crooked is the way we tread. 

O'er this unfathomed sea. 

There's piles on piles of rubbish here, 

Seen almost everywhere ; 
And in the forms of human flesh. 

Sink down to ruin here. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFK. 129 

There's murder, theft and wicked lies, 
And midnight screams of men, 

There's nothing good before their eyes, 
A world of sickening sin. 

An unsound ball of human flesh. 

That's festering to the core; 
Yet onward to the goal they rush, 

A putrefying sore. 

We wonder and we stand amazed. 

At this great moving sight, 
A foaming sea, that's rolling high. 

Their brightest day is night. 

From whence come they? and whither go? 

This sea of human will? 
Rivers of men, like streams that flow, 

And never standing still. 

Yet roll the mighty torrents past, 

Bewildered throngs depend, 
On self rely unto the last, 

Unto their bitter end. 

131. C. M. 

IVith God. 

God is the theme of all our joys. 

In Him our hopes all blend; 
Our words, our works, our minds em ployed, 

Against all sin contend. 

O let our minds flow out in peace, 
And grace our souls adorn. 



180 SONGS- OF PRAISE 

Delivered from all world liness. 
And siu of every form. 

Beneath the shadow of His wings, 

Our new life will be sweet; 
And joy and peace, salvation brings, 

When sitting at His feet. 

132. 78. 

Serving Out Our Time. 

We all are serving out our time, 

From the cradle to the grave; 
Foes we make, and friends "we find, 

Borne to us on every wave. 

On the waters, night and day, 

Ofttimes deep and angry, too, 
Paddling o'er the boisterous way. 

In our frail and weak canoe. 

O we dread the route ahead, 
Covered up in mist and gloom; 

All this life is full of dread, 
Oft its ending comes at noon. 

Fears of torment round us lie, 

O we dread the dangerous shoals ; 

We must work, and watch and pray. 
While the billows round us roll. 

We're all serving out our time 

In this cold, beclouded night; 
But ' cross the angry waves there shines 

Further on a cheering light. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 131 

133. 8s. 6s. 
Gospel for All. 

Lift up, O Lord, lift from the dead, 

That all may staud erect. 
The little lambs be humbly fed, 

Thiue own peculiar sect. 

' Mong every nation, land or tongue. 

Wherever they are found. 
May Thy peculiar, zealous ones, 

Feed on the gospel sound. 

To all the gospel word is sent, 

All nations far and nigh; 
The apostles, to dark regions went, 

And made a plaintive cry. 

Reprove, convince, convert and teach, 

The Gentile and the Jew ; 
Exhol't, admonish and beseech, 

To turn and live anew. 

134. L. M. 

The Song of Love. 

This lovely earth I'd like to see. 
Without its crime and misery ; 
All nature would be clothed in smiles. 
If man was pure and undefiled. 

There'd be no pestilence nor plague, 
If man had lived as he was made; 
There'd be no curse upon the ground, 
If sin in man had not been found. 



132 SONGS OF PRAISE 

There'd be do cold, or beat or storm, 
If mau was free from sin and harm ; 
Summer would last throughout the year, 
And heaven on eartb at once appear. 

But, O great God, now we behold, 
Man's sins like torrents round him roll, 
Go rushing like a mighty wind — 
To change the man, who can begin? 

The man is lost, and deaf, and blind; 
While dead in sins, how can he find? 
And without strength he can't obey ; 
No love for God, how can he pray? 

And without faith he cannot please. 
From head to foot he is diseased ; 
How can a healing balm be found, 
When such deadly sins abound? 

The work of love, at last begun. 
Then man repents of every wrong; 
A righteous God with grace appears, 
And wipes away the falling tears. 

The Lord adorns the naked soul, 

And wraps it round with vestures whole; 

In every land and every tongue, 

The song of love, let it be sung. 

135. C. M. 

Born to Die. 

Does Jesus know we're wandering home. 
All foot-sore, faint and worn? 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 133 

Does Jesus know we're traveling on, 
All bleeding, bruised and torn? 

We come in tears and go in tears, 

In tears we wend our way ; 
We're born in sin, and live in sin, 

In sin both night and day. 

We're traveling on, for we must die. 

Our hearts distressed within; 
We cannot tell the causes why, 

Unless it be for sin. 

We cannot drive away our fears, 
Nor from the grim monster fly; 

We cannot dry up all our tears, 
For we are born to die. 

136. C. M. 

Erring Sons. 

God in the riches of His grace, 

Hath taught His erring sons; 
Down in their hearts His law He placed, 

For their own good 'twas done. 

God, in the riches of His grace. 

Hath opened wide the door. 
That they might enter in, and taste 

His mercies evermore. 

The richest fruits are strewn around 

For them to feed upon ; 
And they the healthy food may take. 

Rejoice and grow thereon. 

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134 SONGS OF PRAISE 

But there are ever tempting snares, 

And traps about tbeir feet, 
Which often catch them unawares, 

And their destruction meet. 

Reject all tithes and offerings made, 
Lest they should rob the Lord, 

Return unto the Lord of Hosts, 
Be guided by His word. 

137. L. M. 

The Straight Way. 

Straight is the way I'd like to find, 
But nature is so bad inclined; 
O what I would I cannot do, 
[ would to God I could be true. 

I'm so faint, so weak and poor, 

1 cannot make myself secure ; 
I lay my body down to rest. 

And pray the Lord to make me blest. 

The yoke I'd wear, and gladly, too. 
No better course could I pursue ; 
But sins pile up around me high, 
I'm prone to sin as sparks to fly. 

To find the way I'll try again. 
While here on earth I still remain ; 
And if through grace I can believe, 
I'll ask of God and help receive. 

I would recall the days gone by. 
Perhaps you know the reason why; 



AND PRACTICAL, LIFE. 135 

But still I must depeud on grace, 
For I could not the right way trace. 

I'll go to Jesus with my load, 
Perhaps He'll keep me in the road ; 
I'll pray God keep my heart inclined 
To search His word the path to find. 

138. 78. 

Desire to Be Reconcilecl. 

O could I be prepared to die, 
That poor soul be lifted high ; 
In the green pastures of God's love, 
My soul to dwell with Him above! 

But O, my soul is sick and poor, 
And drawing near to death's dark door; 
Weak and wounded, halt and lame. 
Here on earth I stjll remain. 

Sad and lonely are my days, 

[ cannot hope to mend my ways ; 

Truly God to me is kind, 

Calms and soothes my troubled mind. 

Many are my lonesome days. 
Life is dull without God's grace, 
Waiting on in my distress. 
All my faults I do confess. 

O could I be prepared to die, 
Reconciled my soul to fly ! 
Be prepared of God to go. 
Reconciled while here below ! 



186 SONGS OF PRAISE 

139. C. M. 
' Tis Siveet to Meet. 

If love be planted in the breast, 

And knit around the heart, 
'Tis sweet to meet, in union rest, 

But parting has its smart. 

'Tis sweet, when we our minds employ, 

Together all as one ; 
Our bosoms swell with inward joy, 

Our time salvation's won. 

'Tis sweet to meet our brethren dear, 
And unite our ardent prayers ; 

Where love flows out and is sincere. 
It drowns all worldly cares. 

'Tis sweet to meet the saints below. 

Each one a joy to bring. 
Where love like streams of water flow ; 

But parting has its sting. 

140. 7s. 
Song. 

Just and holy, pure and kind, 
Is the righteous God we find: 

Wondrous love and power combined. 
Always in one frame of mind. 

Just as sure as the waters roll. 
As sure as they fall and run; 

Just that sure he will control 
All beneath the shining sun. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 137 

All the shiuiug lights will fail, 

Mouutains tremble shake and fall; 

He'll perform aud do his will. 
He is King aud Lord of all. 

Omuipoteuce all these di(i make. 
All arranged by this great power, 

Rivers, seas and distant lauds, 

All brought forth in one still hour. 

O when the Lord declares the eud, 
Worlds of men before him stand ; 

Need they ask f4im why or when? 
All must wait His great command. 

He's not under their control, 
Nor is swayed by skill or slight ; 

He will govern aud will rule, 
And will always do the right. 

Education, art nor skill, 

All the earth's great learned minds. 
Could e'er overthrow His will, 

Nor can change His bright designs. 

All the earthly powers combined, 
Could not change His sacred law. 

He is always in one mind, 
And will all His people draw. 

All the morals of this world 

Fade and vanish out of sight, 
When compared to His dear Son — 

He's the bright and shining light. 



138 SONGS OF PKAISE 

O that we loved as we were loved, 
When our Savior died for ineD, 

When He left the courts above, 
To buy us back to God again. 

But we may trust in Flis great name, 
His grace and mercy lean upon, 

Though we are fallen creatures still, 
And in sins will still go on. 

We are frail, aud weak, and poor, 

And through self can't hope to gain ; 

Jesus is the way and door. 

Let us hope through Him to reign. 

141. 8s. 6s. 

The Unseen God. 

O'er all this earth, in heaven there dwells, 

An unseen, living God ; 
And every act of man He tells. 

And places on record. 

With watchful and unsleeping eyes. 

Our every pathway's seen, 
And every trick before Him lies, 

At every place we've been. 

We place our feet on slippery ground. 

And wallow in the mire ; 
All tilthy specks and spots are found, 

For God doth never tire. 

Our course, when guided by the mind, 
That seeks a worldly share, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 139 

Oft uiibecomiug places fiud, 
And many cumbering' cares. 

At every spot and place man goes, 

God's watchful eyes are there, 
And every deed and act He sees, 

And every falling hair. 

142. 88. 7s. 

He Will Save Us. 

We are drifting, swiftly drifting. 

From the cradle to the grave, 
While the winds go softly whispering. 

We are asking, Who will save? 
God will save us if we trust Him, 

Trust with faith and are sincere. 
For His ears are ever open, 

He will always kindly hear. 

We feel wearied, poor and needy, 

As to works we're very bare. 
What we have are poor and scanty, 

And for them God doth not care. 
But we'll try to cleanse our garments — 

May we the cleausiug fountain find — 
But for works He will not own us. 

They must all be left behind. 

If in form only we're serving. 
And our thoughts are all impure, 

Not for works will God accept us. 
They are poor, at best, I'm sure. 



140 SONGS OF PRAISE 

If we're asking, ever asking, 

Without faith, 'tis all in vain ; 
Not for doing- will he crown us, 

We for works ne'er heaven can gain. 

We are walking and we're halting, 

Filled wirh doubts and many fears ; 
If we're filled with faith and trusting, 

He will wipe away all tears. 
God is pure, and good and holy, 

He is just and not unfair; 
If we love Him and obey Him, 

He will then to us draw near. 

Jesus Christ is our Redeemer, 

He that saved us from our sins ; 
'Twas through love that He redeemed us, 

And by grace draws us to Him; 
Jesus Christ is our dear Savior, 

And He will His mercies send; 
We will trust Him and adore Him, 

He will save us in the end. 

143. L M, 

The World. 

O what is all this world to me 
With all its crime and misery ? 
The way of life is dark and cold. 
The depths of sin to me unfold. 

O what is all this world to me, 
With all its wants and poverty? 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 141 

Deception's taught with pomp and pride, 
The gates of hell are open wide. 

what is all this world to me, 
With all its cold formality? 

[ cannot love the man of sin, 

1 hate the paths that he walks in. 

O what is all this world to me ? 
All it can give is vanity; 
Polluted streams on earth here flow, 
Their surging tides still onward go. 

O what is all this world to me. 
With all its show and great display? 
It can't console nor feed my mind, 
No soothing balm here can I find. 

O what is all this world to me? 
From it, O Lord, I would be free ; 
Prepare me for a better home, 
Beyond this sin-stained land, to come. 

144. 78. 

Draiv Me Closer. 
Draw me closer, closer, Lord, 
Let me hover round Thy word ; 
Let me shelter 'ueath Thy wing. 
Closer to Thy cross Pd cling. 

Let me ask of Thee, and find 
Greater love and peace of mind; 
When I through fiery trials wade, 
Re my shelter and my shade. 



142 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Help me to improve my ways, 
Teach and keep me all my days ; 
Come, O come, and dwell with me, 
Or let me come and live with Thee. 

Let me count up all the cost, 
Wear the yoke and bear the cross; 
Let me with my feet and face, 
Humbly walk in every place. 

Hear my prayer and tune my song; 
Turn my steps when they'd go wrong ; 
Let not too heavy be my cross. 
Cleanse my heart of every dross. 

Draw me. closer, closer, Lord, 
Let me hear Thy gentle word ; 
Soothe and calm my troubled breast, 
Let me in Thy bosom rest. 

In the fleeting earth-life hours. 
Let me feel Thy cleansing powers; 
In my last expiring breath. 
Let me claim Thee mine in death. 

145. ' 88. 6s. 

Death. 

O man, O man, thou wilt depart, 

Wilt lose thy shape and form; 
The beating pulse and throbbing heart 

Wilt never more return. 

The tongue forget its part to bear, 
The eyes be closed in sleep, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 143 

The ears will then forget to hear, 
The soul no longer weep. 

The arms will then refuse to move, 

The feet refuse to walk. 
The lips turn pale, be stiff, and cold 

In death, no longer talk. 

'Tis right! 'Tis right! for God hath said, 

The soul comes back to Him ; 
Why should we fear, or longer dread, 

If Christ our souls did win? 

146. 8s. 78. 

In Memory of a Departed Brother. 

O farewell, my loving brother, 

O farewell — a last adieu ; 
God has called thee, high up yonder, 

Thou wast faithful, kind and true. 

Chorus : 

Fare thee well, fare thee well, 
Fare thee well, my loving brother, 
I must bid a last adieu. 

Years and years we'll sorrow after. 
For our hearts are stung with pain; 

In this life we part forever, 
But we hope to meet again. 

Cho.— 

Many days and weeks thou'st lingering. 
Sick and sad with grief and pain ; 



144 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Thou art gone aud left us mourning, 
But we hope to meet again. 

Cho.— . 

Thou hast gone and left us weeping, 
Poor and lonely we here remain ; 

But we'll trust in our dear Savior, . 
And shall hope to meet again. 

Cho.— 

Sad and lonely we are waiting 
For the Lord to call ns home ; 

We are standing at the crossing, 
Waiting for the word to come. 

Cho.— 

Many years have we been traveling, 
And our journey's almost through ; 

We have found that all are fading. 
Soon we'll be in heaven with you. 

Cho.— 

Soon the chill of death will catch us. 

Then how soon will all be o'er! 
When we cross the angry river 
We shall meet to part no more. 

Cho.— 

147. S. M. 

Oil the Rolling Wave. 

How small, how small, am I, 
Out on this restless sea: 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 146 

I'm floating on the rolling waves, 
All helpless I seem to be. 

I'm borne by every breeze, 

Both high and low I go ; 
I ofttimes feel I'm sinking down. 

Deep in the depths below. 

But when there comes a calm, 

I quickly spread my sail ; 
'Tis then I see just what I am, 

So soon begin to fail. 

Borne on by every wind. 

Just like a floating ball, 
'Tis here, and there, and everywhere, 

No safe retreat at all. 

I'm carried with the tide. 

To where, I know not, now ; 
The little speck of clay must glide. 

No safe retreat at all. 

Could I but safely ride, 

To some fair port ahead. 
Entrust myself with one that saves, 

O then 1 should not dread. 

148. C. M. 

Come to Christ and Drink. 

O come, poor, sick and wounded man, 

Come tell us your complaint; 
Poor, thirsting, trembling, fainting soul, 

O come to Christ and drink. 



146 SONGS OF PRAISE 

O come, poor, hungry, doubting one, 

And He'll most freely give ; 
The Great Physician bids you come, 

O come, and drink, and live. 

For inquiring rouIs, who love the Lord, 

A cup of joy is found ; 
A peaceful home is your reward, 

A balm for every wound. 

'Tie living men who thirst and mourn, 

And living men who pray ; 
' Tis living men who hear the word, 

And humbly ask the way. 

O come, poor, sinful, weeping soul, 

Poor, wouuded, ready to sink; 
O come, poor child, and be made whole, 

O come to Christ and drink. 

149. 8s. 78. 

Day is Breaking. 

Day is breaking, day is breaking, 

Once again the light appears ; 
We are waiting, we are waiting. 

For the rising sun is near; 
O the sky will soon be clearing, 

All the clouds will break away ; 
Day is breaking, day is breaking, 

We are waiting for the day. 

Life is fading, life is fading. 
All are marching to the tomb ; 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 147 

All are goiug, all are goiug, 

Tender blossoms just iu bloom ; 

'Round us gathering, 'round us gathering, 
Death is gathering closer by ; 

O the sickle, O the sickle, 

Soon will hush the children's cry. 

Poor and needy, poor and needy. 

Weak and wounded, sore and lame ; 
We are waiting, we are waiting, 

For the land without a stain; 
We are waiting, we are waiting. 

For the breaking of the day ; 
All are waiting for thai morning, 

When the clouds will pass away. 

Cheer up, loved ones, cheer up, loved ones; 

Jesus is that lovely morn ; 
Look unto Him, look unto Him, 

lie will all your souls adorn; 
Cheer up, dear ones, cheer up, dear ones; 

Soon the clouds will break away. 
We are waiting, we are waiting, 

We are waiting for that day. 

160. C. M. 

Experience. 

My mind goes back to yonder place 
Where the small cottage stood, 

The very spot where I once lay, 
Close by the silent wood. 



148 SONGS OF PKAISE 

For many days and weeks I lay, 

With burning fevers low ; 
How did I bear from day to day 

This dreadful, dreadful foe? 

With fevers, chills and pains throughout, 

My days were rolling on, 
'Till my poor soul was moved to doubt. 

And almost to despond. 

At last I found a lisping prayer. 

From my poor heart arise; 
My sins piled up now everywhere, 

And them I so despised. 

I tried to pray as best I could, 

Distresses lound me lay ; 
With every breath I prayed to God, 

In my poor, sinful way. 

My aching heart felt weighted down 
With some great, heavy load ; 

As though some great rock laid thereon. 
And which I could not move. 

In this dread strain, with grief and fear. 

In anguish I had lain; 
My body, too, was sinking down, 

With ills, and aches, and pain. 

In this great trial of my life, 

While death seemed lingering near, 
I called on God with all my might ; 
He did not seem to hear. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 149 

I called for one good brother there, 

While I was so distressed; 
I hoped that God his prayer would hear, 

And then I would be blessed. 

I could not cast the load away, 

My hope had almost flown ; 
My wickedness I plainly saw, 

The vile seed I had sown. 

1 turned ray face unto the wall. 

In grief and sad despair ; 
And while my eyes were closed in sleep, 

God surely blessed me there. 

My aches and ills and pains were gone. 

And I was then made whole, 
And could not with my tongue portray, 

The happiness of my soul. 

'Twas there I felt the load remove, 

The sin which I despised; 
And there I felt a love for God, 

And wished to be baptized. 

161. * 88. 

My Poor Wai/s. 

O, I'm so poor, so cold and blind, 
How can [ change my roving mind. 
And turn to God with all my heart, 
And bid all sin from me depart? 

My heart feels often froze within, 
I feel I'm buried deep in sin : 

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160 SONGS OF PRAISE 

How cau I with ray mind control 
The wicked way that grieves my soul? 

How can I walk the narrow way, 
And find a safer place to stay? 

could I find some smoother road, 
To travel ou towards my God? 

1 am so weak and sin-defiled, 
I feel I'm guilty all the while ; 
So oft in darkness all the day, 
I'm lost in sin and can't obey. 

I've found my nature all unclean, 
Proceeding from a wicked stream: 
Corrupt and filthy waters flow, 
From nature's fountain here below. 

Unyielding is my natural miud. 
So deep iu sin, few joys I find, 
And so I travel, day by day, 
I'm ofttimes led so far astray. 

O could I turn my face to God, 
And hover near His sacred word, 
And shelter 'neath His lovely wings. 
And rest^.ontent with richer things. 

I'd turn my back on this gay world. 
And live to gain a brighter pearl ; 
I'd follow Jesus every day. 
And strive to walk the narrow way. 

Then I could find much sweeter rest, 
Where I could be forever blest; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 151 

I'd tell of Christ and praise His grace, 
And walk with Him iu every place. 

162. C. M. 

A Darh and Cloudy Bay. 

O let these lonely hours go by, 

As fast as they can run ; 
A dreary misr obscures the sky, 

And we are all undone. 

Cast down in sorrow and in sin, 

Distresses round us lie; 
O what is life, or where is gain? 

Or who will hear my cry? 

How dark and lonely is the way. 
Along life's troubled stream ! 

When anxious thoughts day after day, 
But little hope can glean. 

O let the moments swiftly pass. 

May light shine from above ; 
And give us faith, O Lord^ to rest, 

In thy strong arms of love. 

153. C. M. 

God is Everywhere. 

' Mougst all the scattered tribes of men, 

God's mercy there is shown ; 
No matter why, or where, or when. 

He'll make His wishes known. 

For He is God and souls will find. 
No matter where they be ; . 



152 SONGS OF PRAISE 

For He is loving, good and kind, 
From all eternity. 

Out in the silent, endless space, 
With earth revolving round, 

He hides from us a smiling face, 
But everywhere He's found. 

He fixed the moon and starry lights, 

To shine upon us here ; 
He dwells below and in the heights, 

For God is everywhere. 

Among the high and towering hills, ' 
Along the crooked streams, 

At any place, and every place. 
His mighty works are seen. 

And far away in distant lands, 
Ho plants His footsteps there; 

His track is left upon the sands. 
For Grod is everywhere. 

When far out in the silent woods, 
Where man has seldom trod, 

Among the tall and lofty trees. 
There, too, we find our God. 

And on the wild and dreary plains. 

As well as in the air, 
No place is found but there he reigns. 

For God is everywhere. 

Beneath the scorching, sultry sun. 
Or at the frigid zone. 



AND PRACTICAL IjIFE. 163 

Wherever man's disposed to ruu, 
God surely there is kiiowu. 

He moves the rolling wheels of time, 
And wuides the earth with care, 

In all the world, in every clime, 
For God is everywhere. 

He rides upon the bursting storm, 

That breaks upon the land ; 
He takes the tempest in his arm, 

And guides it with his hand. 

And every wind by Him is borne, 

Although at times severe; 
But He will make His power known, 

For God is everywhere. 

There's no place found on this broad earth, 

No spot that we might see. 
There's not a place that we could find, 

But God will always be. 

No matter where or when we go, 
We should always walk with care, 

Be careful what we say and do. 
For God is everywhere. 

154 L. M. 

ExpeHeit ce. 

'Twas eighteen hundred and sixty-five 
When first I felt my soul alive ; 
' Twas then I first began to pray, 
'Twas then I first sought out the way. 



154 SONGS OF PKAISE 

Fray let me tell just how it came. 
I was weak and wouuded, sore aud lame, 
In darkness and in doubtful mind,' 
No rest nor soothing balm could find. 

what a load was bearing down ! 
A world of sin in me was found ! 
My flesh was weak and full of pain, 

1 sought and asked, but all in vain. 

My empty heart was hard as stone, 
Aud nothing good had I ever doue ; 
I longed aud cried, great moauiugs made; 
At every breath 1 humbly prayed. 

For days and weeks I thus complained, 
Till Grod relieved me from my pain ; 
'Twas grace that taught me what to say, 
' Twas grace that led my soul to pray. 

A battle fought, a victory won, 
When God revealed His only Son; 
My mind was overflowing, full, 
Great joy and peace then filled my soul. 

I love the same still, tender voice. 
That made my soul then so rejoice ; 
1 love to tell the live-long day. 
That Jesus led me in the way. 

O what is man without his God 
To lead him safely o'er the road, 
And teach and show him all his sins ? 
'Tis then his praying life begins. 



AND PRACTICAL MFK. 15.*) 

165. C. M. 

Death. 
(a sick day. JAN. 25, 1897.) 
The angry storm of death is near, 
A threatening, dangerous gale; 
And our poor boat is daslied about; 
How shall we longer sail? 

We're bending low before the wind, 
Soon we'll be dashed aground ; 

Our sails all mangled by the storm, 
In bad condition found. 

We're yielding to the conquering foe, 

How quick we're in His arras! 
Death gains the victory here below, 

It has no lovely charms 

A distant light doth shine afar. 

Beyond this sinking wall; 
With heaven's beautiful gate ajar. 

We'll gladly welcome all. 

Our victory lies beyond this night, 

When angry storms are past ; 
Once o'er the hills we'll reach the light, 

The victory gained at last. 

156. C. M. 

He Cojiies. 

O see, the clouds are scattering fast, 

And rushing through the air; 
Go tell the world that Jesus Christ 

Will shortly now appear. 



156 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Come, O come. Kiug Jesus, come, 

The judgnleut day appears; 
Descendiug- from His Father's throue, 

He'll wipe away all tears. 

It is the children of the light, 

The children of the day, 
And not the children of the night, 

That He will take away. 

From every clitf, and mountain top, 

And valley, far and near. 
The rivers, and the seas give up, 

His tender lambs with care. 

They'll meet their Savior in the air 

With one continuous shout; 
There'll be no suffering, pain or fear. 

No longer be a doubt. 

For Jesus Christ will come to bless 

And take His people home. 
Forever more with Him they'll rest, 

Around the great white throne. 

157. L M. 

Our Lustful Eyes. 

The blustering winds and frowning skies 
Give warning to our lustful eyes ; 
We're pushed along and moved about, 
Found traveling o'er the crooked route. 

O how we long and wish to say 
That we have found some better way ; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 157 

We live, and hope, and hope in vain, 
Our spirit life seems almost slain. 

O could we climb Mount Zion's hill. 
And satisfy our inward will, 
We'd walk with saints along- the streets, 
And view the fold our Shepherd keeps. 

We'd go in and out at His command, 
Be fruitful in the promised land; 
And at our feet a lamp would shine, 
That lights the way to a heavenly clime. 

We'd live to adorn the gospel way, 
In living fields from day to day; 
We'd magnify the heavenly law, 
And sweeter comfort from it draw. 

We'd talk and walk from hill to hill. 
With brighter joys our souls would fill; 
We'd break away from sinful ties. 
If we were free from lustful eyes. 

168. 8s. 78. 

We Long For Rest. 

We are watching and we're trembling. 

Along this dark and lonely way; 
Many more sad hearts are lingering. 

Waiting for the coming" day; 
Life is but a dreary wending. 

All is vain that goes for show. 
All will come to one sad ending, 

Death will deal the stinging blow. 

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158 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Though the world is roaring loudly, 

Yet it's traveling on at ease; 
Step by step it's marching proudly, 

In its vernal life of peace ; 
But I'm sinking down in sorrow, 

My poor heart is filled with gloom, 
I am watching for the morrow, 

When I'll be carried to the tomb. 

Many friends have crossed the valley. 

To the bright and sun-lit sky ; 
And there's many thousands crossing. 

To that glory-world on high ; 
Millions, millions gone on shouting, 

They have crossed the Jordan o'er ; 
Many weary hearts still beating, 

For the endless summer shore. 

All will join in singing anthems, 

O, dear soul, dismiss thy fears, 
Christ the Lord is our great Captain, 

Trembling sinners, dry your tears ; 
When we reach the golden city, 

Find the shadows blown away. 
There we'll find a lasting greeting. 

In that fair, eternal day. 

169. C. M, 

Heaven. 

In heaven no gallant ships go by. 
Nor prowling sinners rove; 



AND 1»RACTICAI^ LIFE. 159 

No sutferiug child reu there will cry. 
For all up there is love. 

No winters, and no chilling winds, 

No dark and cloudy days. 
But when the heavenly day begins, 

Decembers change to Mays. 

It's not for gold that we may sing. 

Hallelujahs up on high; 
It's not for pay that heaven will ring, 

That bright and cloudless sky. 

It's not a place where wizzards live, 

Or devils take a part ; 
It's not for gold that we receive, 

Or get the change of heart. 

The devils act, and move, and pray. 

But not for heaven's home; 
Of it they do not care to say. 

Or speak of its high dome. 

'Tis only here, and of their gold. 

It's all they seem to care; 
Always are doubting when they're told 

Of heaven's home so fair. 

The ragged urchins of the street, 

On India's coral shore, 
May fare the best, and they may meet 

An open, friendly door. 

May find a royal diadem. 

And diamond crowns to wear. 



160 SONGS OF FKAISE 

While devils and all wicked men, 
Can never enter there. 

' Tvvas not designed for men of wealth, 

And men of great renown. 
To curse and swear at every breath, 

And then to wear a crown, 

'Tis only for the pure in heart. 

The loved ones of the Lord ; 
All others God will bid depart. 

Who did not mind fclis word. 

Christ is the green and living tree. 

The true and living vine, 
And none can ever heaven see, 

Who did not Jesus find. 

160. • 8s. 78. 

Thankful. 

Thankful for all blessings rendered. 

Saints should thank the Lord always, 
All their daily thanks be tendered, 

They should so devote their days, 
For such gracious gifts bestowing ; 

Every blade of grass that's green. 
Every shrub and plant that's growing, 

All their blessings come from Him. 

Thankful for the air they're breathing, 

Thankful to their God always, 
Thankful for each crumb receiving. 

Thanks to Him throughout their days; 



AND PKACTICAI. LIFE. 161 

Thaukful for the raiu descending, 
And the stars that give the light, 

While their fondest hopes are dreaming, 
In the darkness of the night. 

Oft they bow before Him, trembling, 

Wayward children 'neath the sky. 
On their knees before Him bending, 

Guilty worms before Him sigh; 
Their rich bounty from Him's flowing, 

To His saints in little bands, 
Thanks to Him for food that's growing, 

Thanks to Him for home and lands. 

On Him surely they're depending, 

May they walk with thankful hearts; 
For His grace and love unending, 

They should bid all sin depart; 
While Mis favors they are courting. 

May they learn of Him and know. 
He's so freely them supporting, 

That at His feet they humbly bow. 

For all needful daily blessings, 

Thankful suuls to God should go; 
In the midst of undeservings 

He freely feeds them all below ; 
For the many favors giving, 

They should thank the Lord always. 
End their days in humble praising, 

Thaukful souls so end their days. 



162 SONGS OF PKAISE 

161. 8s. 6&. 

In the World, 

All men are tossed aDd whirled about, 

Like straws before the wind, 
They all are hurried iu and out, 

For all alike have sinned. 

Like forest leaves that fade and fall, 

Their life is short, you know; 
A chilling' wind soou strikes them all. 

And scatters them below. 

Poor, begging, creeping worms are we, 

In nature's ugly fold ; 
The winding of humanity. 

In nature dark and cold. 

Why is it thus, or who could tell. 

Or hath the power to knov7 ? 
Or if for bad, or if for well. 

How strangely thus and so. 

We somehow trust that for our good, 

A cleansing stream may flow, 
And wash the defects from our blood, 

And make us white as snow. 

But O, we know not anything. 

As we would wish to know. 
About the source from which it springs, 

Or the course its waters go. 

My thoughts run thus, my mind runs full, 
I'm crying all the night. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFK. 163 

A feeble, moauing, waning cry, 
With only hope for sight. 

I walk with tired, halting feet, 

I'm blindly limping on; 
How can I, with my nature, keep 

The law, or life adorn ? 

How foolish is an aimless mind; 

An aimless tongue to talk; 
An aimless tongue to direct the blind, 

Or aimless feet to walk. 

Our God, He dwells in heaven above. 

As clean and white as snow ; 
He does not aimless, walk or move. 

Nor ask of us to know. 

O let us then all trust in Him, 

He'll cleanse us through and through, 

Wash the defects from our blood, 
And make us all anew. 

162. L. M. 

Parental Home. 

We walk around our parent's home, 
We place our feet where smiles once come; 
We rested 'neath our parent's care, 
For they were faithful and sincere. 

The summer came with passing days. 
Our time was spent in youthful ways; 
We traveled on with months and years. 
But soon we found our home in tears. 



164 SONGS OF PKAISE 

God took our pareuts from us away 
And left us by ourselves to stay ; 
Most solemu thoughts impress the mind — 
A lonely place here now we find. 

The sunshine of the past is gone, 
And we are traveling faster on ; 
While mist and gloom obscure the day, 
We're struggling on along the way. 

Soon from the dear, old home we part, 
Although it grieves deep at the heart; 
The place we loved in childhood days, 
Is tumbling down, and fast decays. 

Our whitened locks, and wrinkled brow. 
All show how fast we're going now ; 
We look beyond these fading toys, 
And hope to reap eternal joys. 

163. 

The Grass Will Grow Green. 

The grass will grow green after we are all gone, 
For others are coming, after us going, 
And like us,this beautiful world not knowing, 

Nor they know not why they so soon follow on. 

The grass will grow green after our race is run. 
As millions and millions have gone on before. 
And many more millions are still oti the shore. 

Coming and going is life under the sun. 

The grass will grow green after we are no more. 
When time has outlived us and laid us aside. 



AND PHAC^riCAI. LIFE. l65 

In the narrow, lone grave we soon shall abide, 
Till God awakes us for the evergreen shore. 

The grass will grow green while we sleep in 
the dust, 
No more look out over this beautiful laud, 
Where all things are growing, inviting and 
grand ; 
The summer's still coming, but then not for us. 

The grass will grow green over our quiet home, 

We shall not know, for we shall silently rest 

Beneath the cold ground; we shall still be 

its guest. 

With multiplied millions who this same way 

have gone. 

The grass will grow green while we're in oui* 
low bed; 
We'll gently there rest with the nations now 

past, 
Our bodies lie mouldering, 'ueath the green 
grass, 
While the flowers are blooming just over our 
head. 

The grass will grow green, but O. where shall 
we be? 
Nowhere on this earth can our bodies be 
seen. 

Down in the cold grave, below the grass 
green ; 
The birds sing sweetly, bur we cannot them 
see. 

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166 SONGS OF PRAISE 

lu the shades of the eveuing, 'ueath the tall 
bluffs, 
UowD iu the loue valley green grass will be 

seen, 
With all else growing so beautiful and green, 
But then, not for us, O, then not for us. 

The grass will grow green, but, O Lord, Thou 
dost know, 
How often 'twill grow up to fade and to die. 
Along with humanity, who, too, passeth by ; 

Coming and going is life here below. 

The grass will grow green until time is no 
more; 
But poor mortals created and placed on the 

wheel. 
That time is still turning as man doth the 
reel. 
Go onward and onward to the evergreen shore. 

164. 

S-peak Softly. 

Softly speak, choose kind words to say, 

For harsh ones will not do ; 
You'll find it much the safest way. 

Let all this way pursue. 

Angry words like thunderbolts, 

Shake up the stillest heart; 
They break the teuder cords in two, 

And make the feelings smart. 



AND PKACTICAI^ LIFE. 167 

O do not let your passions rise, 

Use gentle words and true ; 
For angry ones we do despise. 

When milder words will do. 

Soft words will safely pave the way. 

For brighter days ahead ; 
Please use soft words to us today, 

Don't wait till we are dead. 

With melting words upon your lips. 

Lit up with a pleasant smile, 
You'll shine like polished silver tips, 

If you are free from guile. 

Don't wait till we are in our grave, 

For soft, kind words to say ; 
' Tis now your pleasant words we crave, 

Say soft, kind words to-day. 

If the heart is sore, sick and faint, 

Kind words will help to heal ; 
They'll drive away the worst complaint, 

If love among them steal. 

A bitter tongue is like a sting. 

That bites into the tiesh ; 
But kind words help to heal the wounds, 

And start us on afresh. 

Kind words, kind words do not forget, 

Father, mother and child ; 
Kind words are words you'll not forget, 

Then be cheerful, kind and mild. 



168 SONGS OF PRAISE 

With ugly looks and augry words, L.J 

Grreat clouds will gather fast ; 
Kind words will drive them all away, 

And hide them in the past. 

O do not let ill words assail, 

Your neighbor's name deface, 
It will no good to you avail. 

Let kind words take their place. 

If spite is on the ready tongue. 

Gild it with kind words, pray, 
For people now you live among, 

Need kind words every day. 

If ugly words be in your heart, 

Find pleasant ones to say. 
And bid the ugly ones depart, 

'Tis much the smoothest way. 

O speak kind words to one and all, 

At home or in the throng; 
Speak soft, kind words to great and small, 

Let kind words be your song. 

165. 128. 8s. 

Where Shall Wisdom^ Be Found. 

Iron is taken from the bowels of the earth, 
And brass is molten from the stone; 

But as for man, in Mis wisdom, God putteth no 
trust, 
In none ot the works He hath done. 



AND PRACTICAL I.IFK. 169 

There is a vein iu the earth for the brass, 
Aud a y)lace where gohl they cau find ; 

But man has no power by his wisdom, alas! 
To open the eyes of the blind. 

Froai the bowels of the earth come our drink 
and our bread, 

But its center is yet all on fire; 

But who is there cau give life and breath to 
the dead, 

Or raise his poor spirit up higher? 

No raountaiu there is, either of corals or of 
pearls, 
Can compare to wisdom in love ; 

Neither gems of bright crystals or costly fiue 
jewels — 

Its price is yet far above. 

Seeing 'tis hid from the eyes of the living. 

And kept close from fowls of the air. 

Though destruction aud death to all are here 
given. 

This bright jewel is lasting and fair. 

There is none but our God who understandeth 
its ways. 

He seeth from beginning to end ; 

The course of the winds, and all nature obeys, 

And He bids the rain to descend. 

But it is a path that no fowl ever knoweth, 
Aud the vulture's eye hath not seen; 

Aud the whelp of the lion thereon never goeth, 
It leads to the land of a King-. 



170 SONGS OF PKAISE 

Who is it that cutteth out rivers in the rocks? 

Bindeth the floods from overflowing"? 
Or directeth the lambs to the Shepherd of flocks, 

By that uuseeii path all are going? 

By wisdom man knoweth not the worth of it 
now, 

'Tis bought nor sold by those who're living; 
Not Ophir's gold, nor silver one moment allow, 

Nor onyx in change can be given. 

Where, O where, then, shall wisdom, true wis- 
dom, be found ? 
Or place for the loved ones to roam? 
When the dead shall arise and come forth from 
the ground, 
Ascending to their heavenly liome? 

Then, O then, there shall wisdom, true wis- 
dom, be found, 

In mansions of wisdom above ; 
Allhonor,glory and praise to God shall redound, 

For a home in that city of love. 

166. 8s. 7s. 

The Good Old Ship of Zion. 

Safely sailing o'er the ocean, 
Grand old ship of Zion's KiJig, 

Bearing poor, devoted children — 
All are safely borne to Him. 

Every heart is filled with gladness, 
Every tongue in songs employ, 



AND PKACTICAL LIFK. 171 

Every hour of gloom and saduess, 
Turued into the sweetest joy. 

The Lord remembers Zion's children, 

While on the dark ocean's tide, 
And moves the ^ood old ship of Zion, 

It safely o'er the waters glides. 
Many days and weeks we're sailing, 

O'er the cloudy, misty sea, 
But we trust the Lord is guiding 

All along the dangerous way. 

One star only is on her banner, 

Only one is in command. 
Only one ; that's her great leader, 

And with Him we'll safely land. 
In the hour of greatest peril, 

lie Is speaking words of cheer. 
And when the night is dark and fearful, 

Every word we gladly hear. 

Glorious ship of Zion's children ! 

Shouting pilgrims on their way. 
All will reach their destiuatiou, 

Tbeir great leader all obey. 
When we've crossed the dangerous ocean, 

With the voyage safely done, 
There'll be lasting cousolation, 

Around heaven's great white throne. 

Glorious things await His children, 
Soon their journey will be o'er, 

When they reach the port called heaven. 
When thev touch that sinless shore. 



172 SONGS OF PKAISE 

There they'll find sweet sougs of welcome, 
Shouting millions 'mong- the blest, 

Countless thousands singing anthems. 
Round thai sparkling place of rest. 

167. lis. 

He Careth for You. 

Dear children of Jesus, O come, do obey, 
The Lord in His goodness forever doth say; 
And ever remember your Savior's command. 
Inviting and bidding, extending His hand. 

He loveth and feedeth true soldiers for Him, 
The Lord in His goodness shows mercy to 

them ; 
His mercy and favors. He keepeth in store, 
And through His great kindness, He dealeth 

out more. 

He remembers His people and careth for them, 
And in His great goodness redeemed them 

from sin ; 
He remembers His children wherever they're 

found. 
His love and His mercy doth ever abound. 

His kindness and blessings do ever appear, 

The Lord in His goodness doth speak words of 
cheer; 

The arms of Jehovah, about Israel wound, 

Protecting His people in mercy are found. 

How happy His children who love and obey, 
The Lord in His goodness forever doth say ; 



AND PRACTICAI^ LIFE. 173 

He lovetb, aud careth, and calleth them home, 
High up Id the heavens His children may come. 

They'll shoui, aud rejoice, as the day's dawn 

appears, 
And hearken to Jesus, whose voice they will 

hear; 
And arising in glorv to mansions above. 
Prove God and His goodness and eternal love. 

168. 

The Creation. 

One great, wide waste of trackless wilderness, 
Was the broad earth when first created ; 

When first the dark, lonesome land appeared, 
'Twas all one night and undivided. 

One great, vast region of gloomy night. 
The light of day had not vet broken, 

And not a living thing was then in sight. 
Not one word had then been spoken. 

Not a creeping worm, nor living fowl. 
Moved upon its face with wonder; 

No pain nor death was then upon the soil, 
No ligiituing, storms, or rains, or thunder. 

It was a still, quiet, waiting earth, 
God only, its doom then knowing; 

A great, living world was to come forth, 
But then no plant or shrub was growing. 

There stood great hills high above the streams, 
Great bleak mountains, tall and bending; 



1 74 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Most wonderful thought ! shall I say dreams? 
The huge mouster world was then begiimiug. 

God parted the waters from the land, 
And broke the gloomy night in twain ; 

And with the winds, the broad earth did fan, 
And sent clouds that brought along the rain. 

The sun, moon and stars were made to shine, 
And both heat and cold were given ; 

O how wise and well the trackless line, 
How wisely all things then were shapen. 

All gilded by omnipotence high, 
With His well matured intention; 

With no footprints then beneath the sky,' 
And no life on earth to mention. 

But at the word of God's great command, 
There came forth wild beasts and cattle ; 

Which were driven forth over all the land. 
And prepared, they were for battle. 

Then the man, Adam, was given life, 
Placed in charge of all His pasture, 
Aud then Eve was given for his wife, 
Both possessed with earthly nature. 

Both with their natural life went forth, 
With God's special, good direction; 

Although He knew their actual worth, 
Their value and their discretion. 

They both went forth like a tender vine. 
Perhaps with their good intention ; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 175 

But if they should cross a certain line, 
They would meet with sure rejection. 

Then they wandered across the deadjy path, 
And their joys were then all blighted, 

For death and sorrow then held them fast, 
They were no longer with God united. 

Now if we could view the world to come, 
Lit up with all its shining beauty. 

The kiuglv place of the Holy One, 
And with everyone on duty. 

We would not be curious then to know 

All about this great creation, 
For we would then realize God's power. 

Both on earth and up in heaven. 

Every page of life would then unfold 
The will, the purpose, and the power. 

O'er all the earth, let it still be told. 
That God rules the day and the hour. 

169. 

Great Mystery. 

Great mystery of all mysteries! 

Most mysterious things we see. 
The living world, every creature I 

Look at ourselves, what are we? 

The blood goes rushing through our veins, 

And the air it feeds our lungs; 
Great mystery how this life begins, 

How natural life on earth begun. 



176 SONGS OF PRAISE 

How strangely made is everyone, 
Each hair upon our head that growp, 

And every creeping thing we see, 

And every worm and fowl that moves. 

There's not one bobble or one balk, 
In truth, we know this can be said; 

The great, tall tree and little oak, 
How wonderfully they all are made. 

The lilac ditfers from the rose, 
Also the orange from the pine ; 

The little twig by its brother grows, 
But clusters diflfer on the vine. 

No two alike ; how can it be ? 

So wonderful are all arranged ; 
The rivers and all winding streams, 

The great, high mountains, hills and plains. 

How curious we are to comprehend. 
The mysterious works ordained ; 

And all the natural must depend 
On the one, great, creative hand. 

The first form was not made by man, 
Neither had he one word to say; 

When the great structure was first begun, 
Man was silent, like the clay. 

The mystery of all mysteries ! 

Creation's work without a fiaw; 
Science fails to fathom the hidden plan. 

Or light and wisdom from it draw. 



AND PRACTICAL,. LIFE. 177 

Man sinks in darkness with the sun, 
He must wait for the morning light; 

He dare not with his own wisdom run, 
Or search for knowledge in the night. 

The coming day will all reveal ; 

Uncover all great mysteries: 
Then we shall know, aud will believe 

In God, and know of all his victories. 

170. 

Heaven. 

'Twas one bright, sunny morning in the 
month of June, 

While sitting beneath a shady bower, 

Meditating during a lonely hour. 
Alone, beneath the tall trees before it was noon. 

Thoughts came to me more serious than tongue 
can tell ; 

They came floating across my mind so clear ; 

Of another life beyond this one drear. 

An everlasting life where we'd forever dwell. 

But then, where is it? and how far from us 
away ? 

A great, dazzling throng clothed in spotless 

white. 
In shining garments, grandeur and delight, 
A dim vista of life beyond, a coming day. 

But is there not a great gulf between us and 
there? 

Separating us from its great, high wall? 



178 SONGS OF PKAISE 

Our bodies the gulf, aud soou (hey must fall. 
Only frail bodies of flesh, we should uot de- 
spair. 

Yes, these mortal bodies will soon cease to 
exist, 
Death's cold, icy baud will take them away; 
The much dreaded hand, too, iu truth we'll 
say, 
But its power and time, there's uot one can 
resist. 

But then we'll inherit our groat heavenly home, 
With its streets of gold and broad fields of 

g"reen, 
Forever in beauty will there be seen, 

Where only the righteous are permitted to come. 

This world when consumed, the earth purified 
by fire, 
The smoke of the wicked high up ascend, 
Upward, upward, forever without end; 

This earth will then be more beautifully attired. 

O then, this beautiful earth forever our home; 
Purified and cleansed for the timeless time, 
Delightfully pleasant the same "place find. 

Where none but the righteous are permitted 
to come. 

171. . 0. M. 

The Dangerous Journey. 

We're born, and live, and die in sin, 
'Tis sin on every day. 



AND PKACTICAI. LIFE. 179 

How w(^ could help our beiug so, 
1 shall not attempt to say. 

The law is neither in the heart, 

Or put into the mind, 
. But we are prone to do our part, 
Our natures bad inclined. 

The road is blazed, the way made clear. 

But O, we can't perform ! 
Our little boat we cannot steer, 

Safely through all the storm. 

We follow close and hug the shore, 

And watch the waves go by ; 
We feel too weak to row across 

The surging waters high. 

At last we view a spot of green. 

Beyond the raging flood ; 
We look, and oh ! a hand is seen, 

The guiding hand of God. 

An eye of faith beholds a place, 

Where dangers never come ; 
We look and see the power of grace, 

That takes us to our home. 

172. 

God's Handiwork. 

We should think, when we come to consid- 
er the vastnesfi and the greatness of the won- 
derful and magnificent construction, and mys- 
terious working of all the whole planetary 



180 SONGS OF PRAISE 

system, arranged so skillfully as to roll on for 
millions of years, perhaps, and more, without 
interfering- with each other, it ought to con- 
vince anyone of the existence of some great 
Supreme Being who holds the destiny of all in 
His own hands alone. It would be a prepos- 
terous and ridiculous thought to conclude that 
all these mysterious worlds came into existence, 
and move onward and onward iu their course 
just as it happens and uo collisions ever occur. 
All go on revolving, round and round, to light 
up and warm the earth, assisting the earth to 
feed and support us, and yet man is not willing 
to give the credit where it belongs, or admit 
the existence of a good, gracious and all-wise 
Creator and Controller of the whole entire 
universe, a one, true and living God, who holds 
all up and in place by His great, omnipotent 
power. 

The moon shines bright through all the night. 

Among the lonesome trees ; 
How soft and pure its glimmering light, 

How soft the summer breeze. 

The stars they shine so far away. 

Like little specks of gold ; 
Their beauty, who can half portray, 

Or hath their grandeur told? 

The sun divides the day and night. 
Warms up and lights the earth ; 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 181 

It clothes the sky in azure bright, 
Fills the earth with joy and mirth. 

Arranged by one great, skillful hand. 

So as not to interfere; 
All sailing in their orbits grand. 

Their track is always clear. 

Although revolving round and round, 

A million years or more, 
There are no obstructions ever found, 

And none their path explore. 

Alone they ride the trackless waste, 

Their onward course pursue, 
Out in the broad and endless space, 

Their life is always new. 

They never wear themselves away, 
Nor leave their long fixed sphere. 

But still roll on from day to day, 
And on from year to year. 

There's only one whose power they know. 

Just one who gives command, 
By that one power alone they go, 

By Him alone they stand. 

173. S. M. 

Love. 

Love warms the Christian's breast, 

It soothes and reconciles. 
Confirms and strengthens confidence, 

And tears are changed to smiles. 

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182 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Love is our faithful frieud, 

In troubles or distress ; 
It calms and guards us to the eud, 

And brings us happiness. 

Without it all is loss, 

The sun no longer shines ; 
This world would be but worthless dross. 

If we no love could find. 

'Twould be a raging sea, 

A cold and restless stream ; 
Resistless would the current be, 

And ' twould with horrors teem. 

But Grod doth move with love, 
And thaws the sinner's heart; 

He freely feeds us from above, 
And bids all sin depart. 

tie leads in pastures green, 

And by still waters sweet; 
Our joys, our hopes all flow from Him, 

And happiness complete. 

Then let us watch and pray. 

And of all sin repent; 
Do all we can on every day, 

To acknowledge mercy sent. 

174. 8s. 6s. 

Fareiuell. 
Farewell, my Christian friends, farewell, 
At last I bid adieu. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 183 

To one aud all; O let me tell 
There's rest iu heaven for you. 

A house all filled with peace above, 

A mansion filled with grace ; 
A clear, blue sky with shouts of love, 

A shining' paradise. 

A host, a world of sinners saved, 

Eternal love embraced; 
A multitude of heaveu-born souls, 

From every earthly place. 

Farewell, farewell, at last, farewell, 

[ write with tearful eyes. 
While here we part, O could I tell 

Of love in yonder skies. 



STUBBORNNESS IN THE CHURCH. 



How can we restrain our ugly dispositions 
and stubbornness ? They came into this world 
with us. They grow up with us, they are ours 
by the gift of nature, and we see no way to 
entirely uproot theni. They are not the most 
beautiful gifts in the world, but surely they 
are not proof against reformation. You know 
you can take a very ugly tree from the forest, 
plant it in your garden, cultivate and prune it 
until it will become quite an ornament. 

Now, I believe that Christ's people who 
have these bad streaks of nature, which all in- 
herit, some more, some less, can govern and 
control their stubbornness and selfishness until 
there will not be enough left to cause any se- 
rious trouble in the church. But it will require 
an effort. We must be on our guard if we 
would make a safe voyage, not desiring to 
cause any disturbance. 

We must be like the pilot on the watch- 
tower, always on the lookout. If we are not, 



186 STUBBORNNESS IN THE CHURCH. 

we are liable to slide off to oue side, amoug 
the drift, where there is danger of losing our 
lives. 

If troubles arise iu a church and a brother 
becomes offended at another and is not willing 
to surrender to better judgment, will not yield 
to entreaties from faithful brethren, will not 
carefully watch over his own acts, but treasures 
up malice against another, for, perhaps, only a 
supposed wrong, determined not to give way, 
saying, perhaps, within himself, '• [ want my 
brother to know, I want the church to know, 
and I want the world to know, that I bow my 
head to no man " now, such a man is a dan- 
gerous man, indeed, and I would be sorry to 
think that he was a representative member in 
the house of Grod. What a shame that he will 
not try to better govern and control himself 
and gladly submit to the will and' wish of the 
body. 

If he is disposed to overrate himself, imag- 
ine that he is better that others, he is liable 
to do much harm, unless he can be shown and 
made to feel that he is nothing. 

Humbleness is oue mark of true Christian- 
ity, but I think I know something about the 
warfare which goes on in the transgressor's 
breast. There is a fearful conflict, at times, 
within. But old A.dam must be sub lued, must 
be kept under control. We must overcome 



STUBBORNNESS IN THE CHURCH. 187 

our bigotry, our sellishly disposed will. I 
kuow our old uaturos are hard to haudle. 
Some are, no doubt, a great deal harder to 
g-overn and manage than others; but if we 
would win the battle wc must fight the fight, 
and we must tight to conquer old satau; if we 
do not, he will destroy our peace and happi- 
ness on this earth, and not only ours, but per- 
haps many others around us. Therefore, we 
should be- firm, determined to put under the 
man of sin that looms up so big within us. 

If we do not control our ugly, stubborn 
dispositions they will control us. Often, a 
very little thing will cause a great disturbance, 
when with just a little condescension at the 
start, the shedding of one tear, perhaps, all 
would be over. 

Rut no, our blood is hot, our wrath is kiu- 
kled, our temper boils over, our better judg- 
ment gives way, and we will not surrender or 
give one inch, even if it divides the church and 
spoils its peace. It is like fire when first kin- 
dled in the dry grass, it spreads rapidly in ev- 
ery direction, and soon becomes almost unman- 
ageable, when just one cup of water at the 
right time would have extinguished it. So 
with those little clouds that hang over us, not 
bigger than your hand at the start, which soon 
develop into a big storm. So I believe it is 
better for us all, when trouble arises among us 



188 STUBBORNNESS IN THE CHURCH. 

uot to wait for it to spread from church to 
churcli. 

The world, too, will come to join iu the 
fight to help sift the matter, aud its friendship 
might prove our ruiii. Instead of putting out 
the fire, it helps to fan the flame. Now, we 
ought not to let these things grow and so get 
harder to subdue, but every member ought to 
consider himself appointed to work for the 
peace of the little family. If we feel that a 
brother has done us a great wrong, perhaps he 
may feel that we hav^e done him a great wrong, 
and the probability is that both have erred, 
but each one watching the other's fault is uot 
able to see his own. Now, do not we know 
there is no good in any of us except that 
which is born of Grod ? 

Then, knowing these things, why not let 
the inner man rule? But if our feelings are 
touched we should at least be willing to pursue 
a scriptural course — go right to our brother, 
clothed in the spirit of meekness and love. 
Go at once before the matter spreads or be- 
comes known. But be sure not to approach 
him in the wrong spirit ; do not go until you 
can go right. Before we start out to get our 
brother right we must be sure that we are 
right ourselves, then we will seldom if ever fail 
to accomplish good. Brother becomes recon- 
ciled to brother, and the peace of the flock is 
spared. 



STUBBORNNESS IN THE CHURCH. 189 

Oh! there is so much difFereuce where oue 
member is trviuoc to bring his brother to his 
feet instead of throwing himself down at his 
brother's feet. Do we not know that the love 
of peace, coupled with meekness, and with a 
desire to follow after the footsteps of our Sa- 
vior, is commendable, not only to the church, 
but to the world also? We can al! see our own 
imperfections better than others can see them 
in us. and if we acknowledge them, it will 
strengthen the tie that binds us together. We 
must not be on the lookout all the* time for 
some brother's fault, but watch our own selves, 
and perhaps they will do likewise. 

We should not allow ourselves to say harm- 
ful things of each other, and that, too, before 
the world. Don't we know that it will soon 
reach their ears and they will become offended 
at us? What we say never loses anything by 
being told again. The world is already look- 
ing with distrust at the meek and humble fol- 
lowers'of Jesus, and doubting the genuineness 
of religion, and there are many good, honest, 
regenerated people living on the outside, not 
willing to cast their lot with us on account of 
our bad behavior. We often wonder why the 
little vine does not grow faster, not realizing 
all the time that the fault lies with us. 

We must practice what we profess and not 
fight and quarrel and try to devour each other, 

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190 STUBBORN^'ESS IN THE CHURCH. 

remembering- all the time that in holding ujj 
our brethren we are holding ourselves up, and 
binding up and strengthening the house of the 
Lord. A little flock ought to live so that the 
world could say no harm of it, for then it 
would be an inviting place for those who are 
in search of a peaceful home in which to 
dwell. 

A little flock that Jesus feeds, 
Purchased by His own blood; 

He cAres for them in all their needs, 
He is their Savior and their God. 

A little family by grace divine, 
'J'heir sins He bore upon the tree. 

They are His jewels, they shall shine. 
For them He died on Calvary. 

When a little flock comes together they 
must not expect their preacher to worship 
God for them. We should all come prepared 
to join in the service of praise and leave our 
worldly affairs all at home. If our pastor does 
not feel in the spirit of preaching, we can all 
talk some, we can tell our experiences and 
trials along the journey, and speak words of 
comfort to each other. 

We shall not be here long, we are living in 
a land of uncertainties, our temporal bodies 
are very frail at best, and we know not how 
long we shall be permitted to remain in them. 



STUBBORNNESS IN THE CHURCH. 191 

This is no safe, solid restiug place for our 
souls. The sky that looks clear to-day may to- 
morrow look dark and lowering. 

We are living- in God's world, and we are 
Hi8 people. We are subject to [lini, not Him 
to us, and we must become reconciled to Him 
and His will, be willing to submit to His wis- 
dom and way, try to be resigned, prepared and 
ready to surrender at any moment. The call 
may come before we are aware, and the flying 
messenger will come down from heaven, say- 
ing, '• Child, come home." Then will come the 
separation. We must then bid farewell to the 
little band of faithful brethren that we have so 
often met. When we breathe our latest breath 
let us hope to be able to give all praise to 
Jesus, the Lamb of God, which taketh away 
the sin of the world. 



WHAT MUST WE DO TO BE SAVED? 



There are two salvatious taught in the 
Bible, one eternal, one temporal. I will try to 
direct your mind, dear readier, to both, and 
how they are obtained. If you are an earnest 
enquirer about your eternal salvation, I would 
tell you to call on God and not on man. It is 
not needful to call on man for his assistance, or 
in any way depend on his puny arm, No man 
can help you to be born again. God does not 
require any help to perfect His design. The 
tirst law given man he failed to keep and has 
proven himself a failure ever since. 

Would his Creator be likely to intrust to 
him a matter of so much greater importance — 
the eternal salvation of souls? Man may look 
ever so fair, outwardly, and talk ever so 
smoothly, and yet he may be like a ravening 
wolf within, or like graves full of dead men's 
bones. Then do not waste your time following 
after them, for spiritual life does not come 
from them. 



WHAT MUST WE DO TO BE SAVED? 198 

No preacher, priest or king can pray your 
sius away for you. there is no mediator be- 
tween you and God but Jesus. If you have a 
feeling desire to be saved, go directly to Him 
and you will not be turned away empty. All 
who have discovered their own guilt, and 
come earnestly seeking and begging, will re- 
ceive the evidence of pardon. 

Itemember it was your heavenly Father's 
spirit that showed you your guilt and led you 
to Him. It taught you to ask and prompted 
you to act. It is God who begins the work 
and reveals Himself to you, a result flowing 
from redemption, which will be performed un- 
til the day of Jesus. Then we should not 
doubt or fear, for all will be well with us. If 
we are asking, if we are mourning, if we are 
crying and begging for mercy, we are just as 
sure of the inheritance as we are that we are 
now living upon the earth. 

If such characters are not saved, who will 
be? And if this is not the evidence of life, 
what is the evidence? We cannot be deceived 
and should not be misled. Go alone to God in 
prayer, go often, continue going, go in the 
morning, go at night, until you feel relieved 
and made to rejoice in Jesus your Savior. 
This is what we call religion, and this is the 
only way that I know anything about obtain- 
ing it. 



194 WHAT MUST WE DO TO BE SAVED? 

With religiou comes faitb, belief, hope, re- 
pentance, love, and a desire for baptism and to 
follow the meek and lowly Jesus, and partake 
of all the ordinances of the church. God has 
given these graces along with your experience, 
and with these you can work out your tem- 
poral, or common salvation. Remember, you 
now have the will, the desire to obey. There 
is not much in these loud professions, but a 
great deal in possession and practice. We are 
to be known in this world by our works, in 
this way can let our light shine. Go to the 
church for a home that you may shelter under 
its protecting roof. It is a house of refuge, 
whose inhabitants are the light of the world, a 
city that is set on a hill and cannot be hid. 
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised in 
the city of our God. Beautiful for situation 
is Mt. Zion, the joy of the whole earth. God 
is known in her palaces for a refuge. It is a 
palace of safety, a place for poor, weary man 
to rest, a banqueting house with a beautiful 
banner, whose ensign is love, daily unfolding 
and floating over the inhabitants of this little 
city. The password through the gates is love. 

Come inside, dear one, you are invited to 
come. You need no money to buy fine apparel, 
come just as you are. Come in and walk 
about Zion, and go round about her. "Tell the 
towers thereof, mark ye well her bulwarks, 



WHAT MUST WE DO TO BE SAVED? 195 

consider her palaces, that ye may tell it to the 
geueratiou following, for this (jod is our God 
forever and ever. He will be our guide even 
unto death." — Psa. xlviii. 12-14. 

What about these towers, and walks, and 
bulwarks? What do they represent in the 
church below? The graces of love, hope, joy, 
peace and happiness. The greatest of these is 
love; it is the tallest tower in and around the 
city, and can be seen the furthest. It prepares 
all the smaller towers to shine so brightly. 

It will conquer our approaching foe, sub- 
due our enemies, it is the greatest friend to 
man the world has ever known. It was love 
that brought Jesus into the world to die for 
man; love brought us all out of our troubles; 
love is the foundation stone of man's eternal 
happiness. 

We must obey God, we must keep His 
commandments, and He will bless us. We get 
the will to do and live — the hungering and 
thirsting — from Him, Then we should heed 
the invitation. "The Spirit and the bride say. 
Come; and let him that heareth say. Come ; and 
let him that is athirst come, and whosoever 
will, let him take tlie water of life freely." 
Let him draw from the wells of salvation and 
eat of the hidden manna. 

It is written that He will give unto every 
one of us according to our works. Do not re. 



196 WHAT MUST WE DO TO BE SAVED. 

main on the outside to starve and die, there is 
danger out there. You do not have the same 
promises out there. Suares and traps are 
thrown around you, satan will tempt you, he 
is seeking whom he may devour. The carnal 
mind and all its natural iuclinatious have un- 
dergone no change whatever. The old, pollut- 
ed and sinful man is easily led astray. But 
you are born of the Spirit now and your con- 
science will suffer if you go wrong and do not 
obey the divine law. 

The Spirit teaches you the right way, sub- 
mit to it and you are safe. Be governed by it, 
it will lead you right. It will lead and teach 
you to shun every appearance of evil. It will 
lead and direct you to the church. 

Some one may say, '• E do not know where 
to go. There are so many churches with so 
many different beliefs and practices " 

Well, that is no excuse. You have your 
Bible, read that. And you have your experi- 
ence, what does that teach you? Go to the one 
that comes nearest to following the tracks of 
the apostolic churches; go to the one that dis- 
cards all unscriptural practices; go to the one 
that preaches your experience; go to the one 
that believes in, and teaches and preaches only 
the " one Lord, one faith and one baptism ;" 
go to the one that believes only in Christ as 
the only way, the truth and the life. There 



WHAT MUST WE DO TO BE SAVED? 197 

is only one way, only one that is right, go 
there. Go where the members are all humble- 
minded, where one is not above another, where 
they do not practice formalities in their worship. 

But if the worship of God is in any way 
connected with pride, fashion or show, do not 
go there. Uo not go where the poor man is 
not wanted, or where the poor cannot feel at 
home. Do not go where they show preference 
for the man of wealth. The poor, humble beg- 
gar may be far better than the man who is 
richly clad. 

Judge not a man by the clothes he wears, 
Nor by his high and lofty look. 

But judge him by the fruit he bears, 
It is so written in your Book. 

Don't go to a church where there are big 
I's and little U's, but where all are one and 
made to feel as brothers. Jesus preached the 
gospel to the poor. The Lord's people are a 
poor and afflicted people. Every true Chris- 
tian feels poor. He feels his nothingness, his 
littleness and unworthiness, and consequently 
feels to be the least of all saints. 

You need not hunt the church by name, 
the name does not make Christians or consti- 
tute the church of God. To be called Meth- 
odist, Baptist, Christian, or something else, does 
not prove that we are Christians. Christiau- 

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198 WHAT MUST WE DO TO BE SAVED? 

ityis something higher than a name. It is some- 
thing deep in the heart — it is love. If we love 
one another, God dvvelleth in us. "Hereby 
know we that we dwell in Him and He in us, 
because He hath given us of His spirit." — 1 
John iv. 13. 

Then search for the people who have this 
testimony. Go to them for a home in which 
to dwell, where unpretending and unfeigned 
love prevails. 

He has set up His kingdom, or church, on 
earth for His people, and with a law to govern 
it. If they refuse and reject His kind offerings 
they must expect to meet the chastening rod. 
They must expect punishment in some manner, 
although He does not willingly chastise, yet He 
cannot change His law to accommodate man 
or allow him to go on in sin and wickedness 
and escape the punishment he deserves. 

I would like to impress on the minds of 
men the great importance of obeying. I know 
there must be some who are old who have felt 
grieved from day to day by neglecting to at- 
tend to these things. Let me say to all such, 
Don't postpone. You may be standing in the 
way of others. You cannot afford to trifle 
along and fool away your precious time on 
earth. It is a matter that not only concerns 
you, but your children and your children's 
children. They may be waiting and watching 



WHAT MUST WE DO TO BE SAVED? 199 

your actiou. You cau step out from the world 
aud take your place in the church, aud the 
church will be made stronger and the world 
weaker by your doing so. You can help hold 
up the little church, or house of the Lord, it 
needs your presence. You benetit yourself, in- 
crease your own happiness, leave' the world 
better by having lived in it. Honor God, be 
prepared and reconciled to die. 



CRITICISM FROM THE WORLD. 



How often do we hear the people of the 
world say, " I wouldn't do the way they do. 
How can that member of the church be a 
Christian and live and do the way he does? I 
make no profession of religion and I know I 
would not do as they do and say things that 
they say about each other. And I never could 
see how they can love and fellowship each 
other and at the samie time be constantly talk- 
ing about one another. 1 believe such ones 
ought to be expelled from the church. I do 
not think much of a church that will hold such 
members in fellowship when their daily walk 
and talk does not begin to compare with the 
worldlings around them. If they are Chris- 
tians, we are all Christians," etc. 

Now hold. I have heard your complaints 
and charges, and as a poor, unworthy member, 
I have a few things to say in reply. Your 
charges may be true, and if so, I am sorry 
that such is the case. I know I do not desire 



CRITICISM FROM THE WORLD. 201 

to try to defeDd anyone's ugly ways or misbe- 
havior. But I do have a desire to try to de- 
feud the true Christian religion, and try to 
show that the worldly actions of professors do 
not always prove them to be hypocrites, and 
only wearing religion as a cloak to hide away 
their bad conduct. 

Of course we know that all members should 
keep themselves unspotted from the world. 
They should not do the way that some one has 
said of them, they should not disgrace their 
calling. They should not leave a stain on the 
fair name of the church of God, or bring a re- 
proach on the other members, and on all truly 
religious persons everywhere. Such unruly 
and unguarded members ought to be rebuked 
in a scriptural and spiritual way, with meekness 
and humbleness, and cautioned about such 
things in a way that will not offend. 

But now, there are some other things to be 
considered along here. We must remember 
that there is not one that liveth and sinneth 
not. This includes you and I as well as the 
unruly members spoken of, and you say that 
you would not do the way they do. Well, per- 
haps you would not and do not. But now I 
want you to look over your past and present 
life carefully, and tell us the truth on yourself, 
so we may see how clear you are of wrong 
things, you, who are more than willing to 



202 CRITICISM FROM THE WORLD. 

bring accusations against poor members and 
point out, their faults to others. 

Yes, you, yourself, may be guilty of doing 
things that these very ones whom you are talk- 
ing about would not do. You may be guilty 
of greater crimes than they. Now, the fact is, 
we are all guilty of violating the heavenly 
teachings, Yes, even True Christians cannot 
and do not at all times, overcome their worldly 
natures so as to live as they ought to live, and 
as they are expected and required to live. 
Their evil natures are just the same as yours 
and mine, only theirs may crop out in one way 
and yours and mine in some other way. But 
of course, we notice the bad conduct of mem- 
bers a great deal quicker than we do that of 
those who have made no profession, conse- 
quently they ought to be all the more careful 
and watchful over their own actions, doings 
and sayings before the world, for they are ex- 
pected to be patterns of morals and good ex- 
amples for others to follow. 

But these accused members may be able to 
see their own faults to their own sorrow, and 
deeply repent and regret such things them- 
selves, while you may go on sinning and trans- 
gressing daily and not be conscience striken. 
Here, then, is a vast difference between you and 
them. They see their sins and are all the time 
repenting, while you are not able to see yours 



CRITICISM FROM THE WORLD. 20S 

and never repent, while you are equally as 
guilty as they. 

But if you are conscience stricken and are 
daily repenting, feeling the weight and burden 
of sin, then you are a Christian yourself. If 
this is your condition, you are still behind, for 
there is a duty resting on you that you have 
neglected and refused to discharge. Now, 
your place, too, is in the church, where, per- 
haps, you might do some good in controlling 
unruly members. Go at once and acknowl- 
edge your imperfections, that you are the 
vilest of the vile, for these are the feelings of 
all true Christians. 

But do not go and tell how good you are 
and how bad others are. If you do, the church 
will not receive you. You must feelingly ac- 
knowledge your own sinfulness, expressing a 
desire to live at the feet of the least. This is 
the way these unruly members have all done, 
and this is the way you have not done. You 
show by your actions that you are ashamed to 
publicly acknowledge your Lord and Master 
and the One who stands as your surety before 
the beautiful gates of paradise. But you stand 
back and point the linger of scorn at some 
poor brother who is unable, perhaps, to live 
and practice the things required of him. 
Perhaps, if you were filling your place well, 
you could assist him along a great deal over 



204 CRITICISM FROM THE WORLB. 

the uneven places of life's tempestuous voyage. 
We are commanded to bear one another's 
burdens. This can best be done when we are 
all living together as a spiritual family in love. 
I am not writing to uphold the unruly and 
ugly ways of members, for it certainly is to be 
regretted that we cannot all live so that the 
world cannot prefer charges against us. May 
we all try to let our light shine before the 
world that they may not say harmful things of 
us. May the grace of Grod help us to over- 
come the evil with good, and may we all try to 
put in practice that which we know to be 
right, that we may not disgrace our calling 
and bring reproach on the church, then our 
little home will be an enjoyable place for oth- 
ers. "Let every one that nameth the name 
of Christ depart from iniquity. But in a great 
house there are not only vessels of gold and of 
silver, but also of wood and of earth ; and 
some to honor and some to dishonor. If a 
man therefore purge himself from these, he 
shall be a vesssel unto honor, sanctified and 
meet for the Master's use, and prepared unto 
every good work." — 2 Tim. ii. 19-21. 



OLD AND YOUNG. 



I ODce was young, but now I am old. I am 
now almost a contsant sufferer, though I should 
not complain, for God has been good to me, 
far better than I deserve. 1 cannot and do not 
hope for anything better in this life than the 
past has brought me, although it has been a 
thorny way. I have drank of the bitter waters, 
ray cup has been lull and running over, I have 
met with many disappointments, and trials and 
sorrows have traveled the road with me. 

The things that were once inviting to me 
have no charms now. Air castles and finely 
painted pictures of this world's promises do 
not shine before mj'^ eyes now. 1 cannot see 
much in the short journey ahead that would 
add to my enjoyment. All the glittering toys 
ot life are fast fading away with me. The fair 
promises that lead the young on so hopefully 
have vanished and gone. I can now say, 
'' Vanity of vanities." The sun has far passed 
the meridian with me and must soon set be- 
hind the hill. 

Well, when I come to look around and 
view my surroundings, what do I find left for 

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206 OLD AND YOUNG 

one like myself? Is there nothing for my 
poor soul to feed upon during- my short stay? 

Most certainly there is. Then I will not 
despair, no, not for one moment. There is the 
family tie, and the many warm friends who are 
so near and dear to me. But I know I am not 
much longer to see their friendly faces here; 
I must soon give them all up and take the last 
farewell. Then, last but not least, is my hope 
of heaven. Can I not look beyond the dark 
curtains of this poor, fading world? Can I 
not see the light of that better life that is com- 
ing? 

Life here is only in the bud that is to break 
forth in that clear and cloudless sky above, a 
full grown, ripe flower, that is to bloom on 
and on, sending forth its sweets throughout 
one long and unending eternity. 

Yes, hope springs up and brightens as we 
grow older. The much dreaded old age then 
need not be the darkest days of life's journey, 
for we can now look into the future with a 
great deal of satisfaction and draw comfort 
from its promised happiness. 

I desire to be ready at any time to surren- 
der to the last call, and I do hope we shall 
meet all the dear loved ones of earth again 
over on the other side of death's angry stream, 
just across the cold river, on the beautiful 
shores where parting will be no more forever. 



OLD AND YOUNG. 207 

Wheu I was youug, it was so different from 
now. I hardly realized that I ever would grow 
old; it seemed so far away from me, only a 
faint glimmering sight in the theu, seemingly, 
far away future. Sometimes, but only for a 
moment, would I gaze ahead, my mind was so 
completely wrapped up in the perishable 
things of this world. Although I could see 
the aged tottering to and fro as if they could 
scarcely walk, yet this I could not briug home 
to myself But while I was drifting along age 
was creeping upon me. When meditating, 
sleeping or laboring, 1 was being carried along. 
No matter where I was or what the engage- 
ment, it was the same, I was constantly grow- 
ing older, time was fast hastening me on. 

In those days I verily thought happiness 
depended on how much of this world's goods 
[ could get together. It was a gay and inviting 
world to me. Often my pursuit would bring 
thorns and thistles, but inspired by hope I was 
led on step by step — there was no letting up. 
Again and again I would plunge along and as 
often be overtaken with misfortune. But I 
would form new resolutions and press on for 
the much covete(i prize and before I hardly 
knew that old age was approaching, it was up- 
on me, it had over taken me while I was so 
busily engaged fighting the battles of life. I 
can hardly realize now that what seemed so far 
away in ray young days is now resting upon 



208 OLD AND YOUNG. 

me. I now see the summers and winters go 
by at a more rapid pace than ever. The flow- 
ers bloom in the spring, the green leaves put 
forth on the trees and but a little while and all 
are gone. 

Now I desire to say a few words to those 
who are young at the present time. Before 
you are aware of it old age will come; none 
can escape if permitted to live. Your young 
days will soon be passed. 

Would you take advice from one who has 
traveled over the road that you are now going? 
There are many crooks and turns and un- 
thought-of paths to lead from the safe way and 
take you along the road to ruin, which, sooner 
or later, will land you in disgrace and shame. 

Would you live happy here in this short 
life? Then lend a helping hand to others. If 
you would, then study to know the right and 
practice it; to know the wrong and forsake it. 
Shun the evil that surrounds you, that you 
may escape the poison that might, sooner or 
later, ruin you, and not only you, but might 
leave its black mark upon your innocent fam- 
ily and their posterity. Would you leave a 
curse, a sting, a reproach that would follow 
them to their graves? If you would not, then 
shun every appearance of evil. " Resist the 
devil and he will flee from you." 

If your parents have set good, moral exam- 
ples before you, follow them, do as they direct 



OLD AND YOUNG. 209 

and you are safe; but if they have not, then 
set good examples for them. 

I once knew a man who told me he weut 
into a saloon to take a drink. He said he 
thought his sou was going with him, but on 
entering he looked back and saw his son leav- 
ing with his head cast down. Right there he 
said he formed a resolution, that hereafter he 
would try to set good, moral examples before 
his children, instead of them having to set ex- 
amples for him, and from that day he never 
again visited the dramshop, but became its 
most bitter and active enemy. 

Right here let me warn all young men to 
flee from that low, degraded place, shun it as 
you would an adder — the devil's active com- 
panion on earth. It has spoiled the peace of 
millions, and millions of homes have been 
swept away by it, whole families wrecked and 
degraded. It has left more people destitute 
and distressed than all other crimes put togeth- 
er. I have known those around us brought 
down to ruin by it, left paupers and vagabonds 
upon the earth, without home or shelter, 
clothed in starvation and rags, who in their 
troubles resort to crime and tinally land in 
prison, and at last fill a grave in disgrace. 

Drinking fathers bring all this on their 
poor, heart-crushed families. 

Then, young man, it is very necessary some- 
times for you to set good examples before your 



210 OLD AND YOUNG. 

father and try to save him. And if you really 
desire to see good days and be happy, lead a 
quiet and happy life and form no bad habits. 
They are so easily formed and so hard to 
break up. If you wish to make life a success 
and have all good people love and esteem you, 
do not drink, do not gamble, do not visit se- 
cret places where you would not be williug for 
your best friend to see you, do not chew tobac- 
co or use wicked oaths, trying to please and 
keep up with your associates. It may look 
smart to some, but it does not to others, and it 
will bring you no lasting happiness, but only 
makes you look silly and ignorant to those 
who do differently and have had better train- 
ing. 

You may cause reflection on the good 
morals of your parents and you ought to have 
more respect for them and their good name. 
Select your company as you would your food 
or your clothing. But when your lot is cast 
with the evilly inclined, treat them well, and if 
you can reform them by good and kind words, 
do so. Lookout for traps and snares and many 
temptations all along the way — beautifully 
painted signs in disguise to capture and lead 
the silly and unsuspecting ones to. ruin. A 
step here and one there on the right and on 
the left, either way, perhaps, will lead to vice 
and crime. Seek to do and practice that which 
is right and igood in the sight of those who 



OLD AND YOUNG. 211 

are good and thereby build up for yourself a 
good uame and character in the world which 
is worth more to a young man than gold. 
Build up a reputation for truthfulness, hon- 
esty, industry and economy, with good moral 
habits, and take my word for it, this you will 
never regret. 

Always pay your just and honest debts, 
try to treat others as you would have them 
treat you and this will bring you a rich re. 
ward, a peaceful and perhaps long life, where 
plenty and pleasure abound. 

But the other way brings hunger, discon- 
tent, rags, and sometimes the jail. A great 
deal depends on getting started right. Make 
yourself contented with such things as you 
have, make your every-day surroundings pleas- 
ant, try to be satisfied with your condition and 
lot, whatever it may be. 

Dear children, listen to these things, try to 
forsake the wrong and cling to the right. You 
will soon find that old age is creeping upon 
you, too. Some day you may have the Lord's 
precious pearl hid away in your bosom and 
then there will be an incentive to live and 
practice a Christian life. All these things will 
add to your enjoyments on earth, and certainly 
will not rob you of heaven. 



LOVE. 

Religion is love. It comes from God. We 
should always remember that God is love, and 
without love we could not truthfully claim to 
be His children. Love is not a merchantable 
something, bought and sold, or dealt out by 
the slight and cunuiug of men. It is not a gift 
from man to man, but is borp in one's own 
breast, a welcome guest in the bosom of poor, 
fallen creatures. Where love dwells there is a 
heart full of repentance, a godly sorrow for 
every sin committed. This is the result of the 
tender workings of love. If we are born of 
God we must be like Him, bear His image. 
He tirst loved us, we must love Him in return, 
must love His children, must love all His works, 
love to obey His law, love good deeds, hate 
wickedness. Love and hatred are bitter ene- 
mies. One is the child of God, the other the 
child of the devil. The two cannot dwell to- 
gether in peace, there is always a warfare. 

Dear one, do you know anything about this 
warfare? If you do, you are a Christian, a 



LOVE. 213 

child of God, and your soul is filled with his 
love. Stay with him, live for him, shelter un- 
der his wings, for he loves his own and his 
protecting arm is extended around his people 
who walk humbly before him. lie will not 
forsake them nor turn a deaf ear to their cry. 
Love seeketh to do good, is easily entreat- 
ed. The opposite lo love is hate, bold, defiant, 
daring and destructive. Love is pure and 
gentle and leadeth oue ou after God's com- 
mandments in the path of duty, with faith in 
the righteousuess of our dear Lord and Master. 
One of his humble followers is a lover of his 
glorious truth, has no bad designs or evil in- 
tentions, is not pufied up and filled with big- 
otry, loves his neighbors, loves the church, the 
preacher and the gospel, loves the brethren, 
and is willing to help bear their burdens. 
Love teaches and leads him to assist the poor 
and needy ones, remembers the troubled ones 
and cares for the sick ones. 

If a man is found hungry, love feeds him ; 
if he is a stranger in the cold world, love com- 
forts him and finds shelter for him. Love is 
an unfading flower that never dies. We can- 
not be robbed of its beauty nor its usefulness. 
It is a living plant, and its future home is in 
the skies. All the costly and shining orna- 
ments of this poor world sink out of sight 
when compared to love. It is a sweet and 

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214 liOVE. 

tender blossom that will continue to bloom on 
and on until it ripens in heaven. It makes no 
enemies on earth and has none in heaven. It 
will tame wild beasts, subdue reptiles, drive 
out wicked thoughts, control our ugly natures 
and make them look respectable. It is the 
finger board pointing the way to a peaceable 
journey ahead, directing the weary traveler, 
comforting poor, worn-out pilgrims who are 
taking their last steps on earth, visits the wid- 
ow and orphan in their afflictions and conducts 
and guides all along on their journey to their 
long home beyond the grave. 



TIME. 

Time travels, comes aud goes and never re- 
turns. The day we now live and enjoy we 
shall see no more. The sun that shines today 
may shine again, but not on this day. The 
past day is gone forever to us. Today we 
live, others die; tomorrow we die, others live. 
Our bodies grow up of existing material. 
There is no new created material, but a de- 
velopment according to a purpose and law, a 
changing from one form to another. Forms 
may perish and decay, but the decaying matter 
has not lost its usefulness. So the world of 
living creatures move. Bodies come and go. 
Time develops bodies — time takes them away. 
Bodies do not move nor change the mission of 
time. The earth will continue to revolve with 
its load of living substance and material prop- 
erties. Earth, air and water are full of life. 
Time sweeps all on its great current. Finally, 
all natural life will perish, according to pur- 



216 TIME. 

pose and arrangement, but time will still con- 
tinue. And so will that which is spiritual. 
The spiritual never dies, but will be separated 
from all that is natural. The spiritual needs 
no cleansing for it is already pure. It could 
not be otherwise, originating and coming from 
God, Corruption and incorruption cannot 
long exist together. They are no more alike 
than darkness and light. The high hand of 
Providence directs all changes. No life has 
power to change itself into some other kind of 
life different from the one it possesses. Life 
brings life only like itself. Life comes and 
goes but there is always an origin. Life can- 
not bring itself into existence, nor can it exist 
without permission and purpose. Man cre- 
ates nothing, he is the created, that is all. But 
the great unseen moves on with its wonderful 
and mysterious developing, bringiug life upon 
the stage of action, and taking it away. The 
great, strong wheels of time will continue to 
move and roll on, crushing everything before 
it. Nothing can stop or hinder its course. It 
will not fail to accomplish the purpose of the 
great, all-wise Supreme Being. All will con- 
form strictly to his will and in the end we 
hope to find all things are for the best. 



THE GOSPEL PREACHER. 



The eflfect produced by the preaching of the 
gospel depends a great deal on the way it is 
presented. Ministers can give to congrega- 
tions their view of the Bible questions, but it 
should be in a very gentle, meek and child-like 
manner, that is, if they desire and expect good 
results. The preacher never can accomplish 
much good by abuse, harsh words or remarks 
that would in any way offend or wound the 
feelings of those that hear. Man is disposed 
to believe what he does believe whether right 
or wrong, and he will not let loose quickly his 
opinions and fall in with yours. Although 
you may be presenting Bible truth he will not 
change and accept it. He must have some- 
thing presented that is in harmony with his 
own way of thinking, in accord with his own 
established views. 

Men are not convinced of their wrong by 
any little whiff that comes along. They re- 



218 THE GOSPEL PREACHER. 

quire plenty of time to study aud reflect over 
what they have heard. If they find that the 
Bible sustains your view after awhile some 
may accept and believe your teaching to be 
correct. But even then there a great many 
who may be so filled with prejudice that they 
will not allow themselves, no matter how plain- 
ly the facts are stated, to believe. The only 
way to succeed reasonably well with such ones, 
in my opinion, is to court their afiections in 
every day life, get their confidence built up in 
you, get them to esteem and love you. A min- 
ister can then accomplish some good. His 
every-day life must be a pattern in good 
morals. His character should be without a 
stain. He must never be known to tell an un- 
truth. If he shouM, it certainly would ruin 
his usefulness. But after he has once estab- 
lished himself as a man of truth, virtue, hon- 
esty and earnestness, earned and gained the 
confidence of the people, then he can present 
the gospel truth with some show of success. 
He can take his Bible and read and comment 
on its teachings, give his views and ask the 
people to compare them with the scriptures. 
He can explain with firmness and men after 
awhile will begin to investigate, and now 
and then one or more will drop their own 
views and fall in with his, a little now and a 
little then, until they are fully established in 
the faith and doctrine of the Bible. But some 



THE GOSPEL, PREACHER. 2l9 

never can be converted from a wrong, their 
traditions binding them to an error through 
life. It is not in accord with their human na- 
ture to believe that some one else is nearer 
right than they are, and not only so, if they 
were convinced, they would never admit the 
fact, it would be too much condescension for 
their bigoted and selfish dispositions. But 
the true servant of the Lord must be humble 
minded, not puffed up, not desirous of making 
a show in the world, to show himself to good 
advantage; but just be plain and simply what 
he is, not attempting to go beyond lest he fall 
far below. Every man should be satisfied 
when he fills his own place au(i not try to fill 
some other man's place. If another has a bet- 
ter gift than you, then you ought to be pleased 
to hear him and not be jealous of his gift, 
fearing that he might stand higher among the 
brethren than you. We ought to remember 
that all gifts come from the Lord and that all 
are profitable in their place, but out of their 
place they become useless. Then how careful 
all ought to be in trying to find out where they 
belong, in order that they may accomplish 
some good for the Lord's people, no matter 
whether it be head or foot. If it is the Lord's 
will we ought to be reconciled and willing to 
work where he has called us. 



SONGS OF PRAISE AND 
PRACTICAL LIFE. 



176. 8s. 78. 

Who Will Speak the Most Cheering 

Words? 

O, I'm growing old aud tired, 

And my form is stooped and bent; 

Who'll stand by me in the evening 
And will make my soul content? 

Who will cheer me on my journey 
While my eyes are growing dim? 

Who will comfort me and cheer me 
When I'm facing death so grim? 

I'm a poor, wandering pilgrim, 

Feel I've almost lost the trail. 
Of my dear and loving Savior, 

Aud that surely I must fail. 

Once across the tiresome journey. 

And a peaceful life begun — 
O, that I could reach the haven, 

When my hard day's work is done. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 221 

Who will cheer me ' cross the desert, 

Safely to the promised laud ? 
Who will speak the words most cheeriug, 

And hold up my feeble baud? 

Who will cheer me o'er the mountains, 
'Cross the rugged hills and plain, 

To a safe and happy landing, 
To a laud without a stain? 

Who will speak the words most cheering, 
'Long the sun-scorched, heated sands? 

Who'll conduct me to the fountain 
'Cross the dried and parched up lands? 

Who will guide me o'er the ocean. 
When the waves are rolling high. 

Who will speak the words most cheering, 
When at last I'm called to die? 

Wheu the last long night is ended, 
Then on whom shall I depend? 

Who will speak the words most cheering 
Unless it be my Savior, friend? 



176, 

Sinner's Low Appeal. 

O wilt thou, dearest Lord, 
Pour in the oil and wine ? 

Aunoint the sore, afflicted part, 
Of this poor heart of mine. 

O wilt thou hear my cry. 
The sinner's low appeal, 

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S. M. 



222 SONGS OF PRAISE 

The broken heart that heaves a sigh ; 
Wilt Thou all bruises heal? 

O, wilt Thou, wilt Thou give 

The aching heart relief? 
Let sinners look to Thee and live, 

And take away their grief? 

O, wilt Thou hear our-prayers? 

And give the weary rest ? 
Repenting sinners wilt Thou cheer, 
And calm their troubled breast? 

177. 8s. 78. 

Home. 

Soon we'll cross the chilling river, 
Bid the world a last good-bye ; 

Then we'll reach the long forever. 
Far above the clouded sky. 

Soon we'll cross the chilling river, 

To a land that's far away ; 
Where no storm clouds ever gather, 

In the land of endless day. 

Just across the chilling river 
Lies the port we hope to gain; 

In the far-off, glad forever. 
Ever there we hope to reign. 

Just across the chilling river, 
Where the shining light is seen, 

Over to the long forever. 
Ever, ever to remain. 



AND PRACTJCAL LIFE. 223 

178. 88.7s. 
Stand By The Truth. 

We should not stand ou doubtful ground. 
Nor for doubtful points contend ; 

But place ourselves where truth is found, 
It alone we should defend. 

We're not to please ourselves below, 

After no false teachers run ; 
Ag^ainst the truth they always go, 

Against the Father and the Son. 

179. L. M. 
''Let JV'ot Tour Heart Be Troubled. " 

Let not your heart be terrified, 
For you your Savior bled and died ; 
For you Christ Jesus hath appeared, 
And you are numbered and prepared, 

Ue not afraid, for Christ has said, 
" I'll come again and raise the dead; 
ril bring my ransomed children home. 
And where I go, there they shall come. 

Let not your heart be troubled, then, 
For He will surely come again ; 
High up in heaven your name he'll seal. 
And from that court there's no appeal. 

O, do not doubt, it was the Lord, 
Who loved you and who spake the word ; 
And "If I go away, " he said, 
•' I'll come again, be not afraid." 



224 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Let not your heart be troubled, theu. 
Obey your dearest Savior, friend ; 
Be like a lamb, stay around the fold, 
Where love and peace fill up the soul. 

180. C. M. 
Baptized. 

I raised my voice to heaven high, 

My mind did soar away ; 
Then lol I heard my Savior say, 

"Dear child, dear child, obey." 

" Be buried in the liquid grave, 

A token of pure love;" 
And thus He spoke to me and said, 

"Your Father is Grod above." 

"Take up thy cross and follow me," 

The Lord hath truly said ; 
" Come unto me and I will give 

Thee everlasting bread. " 

O bright, sweet day, the day of rest, 

Dowu by the water's side, 
There my poor soul was greatly blest, 

For it was satisfied. 

181. C. M. 
The Heathen. 

Grod moves in dark and heathen lands, 

Unknown to you and me ; 
But there He's found with out-stretched hands 

To poor humanity. 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 225 

Broad as the earth, and wide as space, 

Is God's erernal love, 
Dealt out to Adam's fallen race. 

So kindly from above. 

All o'er the earth He tiuds His tribes 

Of every shade and cast ; 
Jehovah still with them abides, 

And saves them by His grace. 

Amongst all the kindred tribes of earth, 

In every hiding place, 
His love and power is manifest. 

The tender hand of grace. 

182. P. M. 

Ye Must Be Born Again. 

When dead in trespass and in sin, 

And by God's sentence slain. 
We have no faith to call on Him, 
Till we are born again. 

Ye must be born again, 
Ye must be born again. 
We have no faith to call on Him 
Till we are born again. 

' Twas sin that brought us all our ills, 

Brought all our aches and pain ; 
While dead in sin we have no will, 
Till we are born again. 

Ye must be born again. 
Ye must be born again, 



226 SONGS OF PRAISE 

While dead in sin we have no will, 
Till we are born again. 

The Spirit with its quickening power, 

Hath not one single stain ; 
It touched my heart and tears flowed out — 
Then I was born again. 

Ye must be born again, 
Ye must be born again, 
It touched my heart and tears flowed out — 
Then I was born again. 

For sin, my sin, I plainly felt, 

That Christ the Lord was slain, 
Then low before my God I knelt, 
When I was born again. 
Ye must be born again, 
Ye must be born again ; 
Then low before my God I knelt. 
When I was born again. 

183. 8s. 6s. 

JS'ot Here. 

No resting place for us is found, 
' Mongst earthly traps and snares, 

No safe retreat or sure repose. 
Or place where rest appears. 

Not in life's tempestuous waves, 

Beating around us here ; 
Not one hope from the surging tide 

Doth yet to us appear. 



AKD PBACTICAL I^IFE. 227 

A u'lght lias come, a day is gone, 

Forever with the past ; 
Why should we care for morniug's dawn? 

Or drifting time so fast? 

We look away and plainly see 

Just two bright lights ahead, 
Among the green and living trees, 

A green spot for our bed. 

We cast our eyes beneath the oak. 

Behold, appear just three ; 
Tired and worn they seem to look, 

While sitting 'neath the tree. 

Across the rolling, beating waves, 

Behold a pleasant grove, 
Along the distant water's edge, 

A green spot filled with love. 

Not here can such a place be found, 

In all this showy land. 
No safe retreat the world around, 

No rest for tired man. 

184. 88. 7s. 

The Lonely Dead. 

So sad and lonely is the spot. 

Where the silent dead are found ; 

There the wind goes softly whispering 
O'er the loved ones in the ground. 

'Tis a melancholy place for me, 
' Mongst the little piled up mounds ; 



228 SONGS OF PRAISE 

For 'neath the shady, lonesome trees, 
Sleep the dear oues iu the ground. 

We often go there sad and weeping, 
Where the dearest ones are found, 

Where so silently they're resting 
' Neath the cold and chilly ground. 

There we stand awhile, reflecting, 

About the friends here strewn around, 

Of the dear ones much lamented, 
Who are resting 'neath the ground. 

We stand, still looking on with wonder, 

For awhile we feel spell-bound ; 
Soon shall, we be of their number, 
. And lie with them 'neath the ground. 

May we meet them up iu heaven, 
Where no parting tear is found, 

And no farewell is ever taken, 
Far above the lonesome ground. 

For this we hope, and for this we pray. O, 
could we but meet all our dear friends beyond 
their sleeping home in the ground, where no 
parting tear is shed and no farewells are ever 
taken. June 30, 1898. 

185. 

The Poor, Helpless Cripple. 

Before the temple's beautiful gate, 
There sat an impotent man ; 



AND PRACTICAL LIFE. 229 

Close to the apostles' weary feet, 
His poor, faiutiug cry began. 

He who begged thus to be healed. 

Was in this condition born ; 
Long time he waited help to come, 

But was of hope almost forlorn. 

Look unto us, the apostles said. 

Faith in God will make you strong; 

Jesus Christ is the fountain head. 
Thus answered Peter and John. 

We have no silver, we have no gold. 

But such as we have we give ; 
Jesus of Nazareth can make you whole. 

You must look unto Him and live. 

Peter took the poor man by the hand. 

And raised him up on his feet ; 
And praising God then at once began, 

At the temple's beautiful gate. 

This same Jesus Christ is set at naught, 
Though He was the corner stone ; 

In no other name is salvation wrought. 
And no other name is known. 

There at the temple's beautiful gate. 

At the apostles' tired feet, 
Jesus healed this poor, helpless cripple; 

His salvation made complete. 



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230 SONGS OF PRAISE 

186. 88. 7s, 

Who Will Wait. 

Who will wait for me at sundown, 
VVhen the clouds are gathering fast, 

Darkness spreading over the valley, 
And the silvery naoon has passed? 

Chorus : 

Who will wait for nae at sundown, 
Who will wait for me, who'll wait? 

Who will wait for me at sundown. 
When the evening's cold and late? 

Who will wait for me at sundown. 
When the day is passed and gone. 

When the cold, damp winds are blowing. 
And I'm far away from home ? 

Cho.— " 

Who will wait for me at sundown, 

At the closing of the day. 
When I feel almost deserted. 

And am lost along the way. 

Cho.— 

Who will wait for me at sundown. 
When the lamp is burning low. 
When the hour is dark and lonesome. 
And my traveling seemeth slow ? 

Cho.— 

If my Savior's found there waiting, 
At the setting of the sun, 



AND PRACTICAL. LIFE. 231 

When my last, sad breath is parting, 
When ray earthly race is run, 

Cho. — 

Then, O, then ['11 be most happy, 

At the closing of the day ; 
I shall never more go tramping, 
'Long the dark and lonesome way. 
Cho.— 

187. L. M. 

The Young. 

The young, the giddy and the proud, 

Soon they'll be wrapped in death's cold shroud ; 

Their pilgrimage will soon be o'er. 

Soon they must leave this earthly shore. 

The day that now looks bright and clear. 
Will soon give place for doubts and fear; 
The pains of death will them embrace. 
And change their mortal resting place. 

The world will offer words of cheer. 
But soon its ways looks dark and drear; 
The child-like notions fade away, 
They're followed by a solemn day. 

The brightest pearls from oceans wide, 
Or richest gems from mountain's side. 
Could not turn the Almighty God, 
Nor buy this world for our abode. 

O happy thought, O day of joy, 
When we are freed from earth's alloy ! 



232 SONGS OF PRAISE 

The sileut twinkling of one star, 
Sends grace and beauty from afar. 

188. P. M. 

Plea for Mercy. 
Great God of all the earth and sky, 

Wonderful things of Thee are spoken, 
Both jpower and wisdom from on high. 

Thy way and will cannot be broken. 

And the bound of love is endless space, 
Thy power beyond our comprehension, 

And Thy knowledge, too, is unsurpassed, 
Thy course and way without direction. 

We're only a mote before Thine eye, 
All nations are but a speck to Thee ; 

Thou can'st pluck them up and them destroy, 
For so weak and helpless here are we. 

We would not divide Thy glory. Lord, 

Would not rob Thee of Thy starry crown ; 

Would not disbelieve Thy written word. 
Nor any part of it disown. 

But we in Thy great creation stand. 

Just one link in the great endless chain, 

Oue link by Thine own creative hand. 
Powerless, too, yet we'd not complain. 

VVe're only before Thee like a straw. 
Carried about by the shifting wind ; 

We are feeble to obey hy Tlaw, 

With our worldly appetites with Id. 

Knowing our weak and failing ways. 
We would ask protection every hour; 



AND PKACTK AI^ LIFE. 283 

Guard us during all our sinful days, 
And save us from the serpent's power. 

O we desire not to ruin to go ; 

How feeble we are to do Thy will ; 
O we cannot help our being so, 

Yet wilt Thou, dear Lord, protect us still. 

We fall like poor beggars at Thy feet, 
Great sinners prostrate before Thee lie ; 

We beg, pray and ask for mercies great, 
Forsake us not when we come to die. 

189. 

Where Shall UTifailuig Rest he Found? 

Not along the road to wealth, almost from 
one's very birth ; 

Not 'mongst the jangles of a proposed resting 
place on earth ; 

Not in wandering from the path of one's un- 
derstanding, 

Nor in life's brightest pages found so charm- 
ing and enchanting, 

Not there. 

Not in the restless world, with its grand and 

gay deceiviugs. 
Nor 'mongst the unknown written pages of 

life's sad misgivings. 

Nor the enticing pleasures found among the 
different nations; 

Not in journeying with the gay, proud world 
of fashions, 

Not there. 



234 SONGS OF PRAISE 

Not in hard-fought battles with their wrougly 
formed conclusions; 

Not in a dissipated life with many sad delu- 
sions; 

Not in temples made with hands with their 
vain portals gleaming; 

Not in revelry by night where fondest hopes 
are dreaming, 

Not there. 

Searching these earthly idols through, no 

resting place is found ; 
There is a haven far away and to that place 

all are bound. 
' Tis a place far, far away that no mortal eye 

hath seen, 
A place of rest prepared where no earthly 

man hath been, 

' Tis there. 

A city whose builder is God, His everlasting 
throne, 

Its streets are paved with gold, its shining 
walls of jasper stone; 

There we hope some day to dwell, where un- 
ending rest is found, 

In the land of angels where untold love and 
rest abound — 

'Tis there. 



INDEX. 



POETRY. 

Page. 

Am I His Child? 5 

Angels. 78 

A Prayer 90 

Armies of the Living God 95 

A Debt of Gratitude to God 113 

A Rotten Ball 128 

A Prisoner 25 

A Poor Weary Traveler 33 

Born Again 26 

Before the Church 31 

Bear Us Away 39 

Be Ye Reconciled 109 

Born to Die 132 

Baptized 224 

City of God 30 

Children of God 54 

Cheer Up 112 

Come to Christ and Drink 145 

Church Home 57 

Departed Ones 40 

Death's Unbroken Chain 85 

Desire for Baptism .•. 110 

Departed Friends 116 

Draw Me Closer 141 

Death 142 

Death 155 

Day is Breaking 146 



236 INDEX. 

Experience 14 

Experience 147 

Experience : . 153 

Ever the Same 61 

Each One Must Bear His I'art 67 

Entangled VVith the Enemy. 70 

Krring Sons 133 

Flesh and Blood 13 

Free Grace J7 

Free Grace ! 32 

Fallen Man 60 

Flying Hours 79 

Follow Him 88 

Friendly Home to Come 99 

Farewell 182 

Gift of Love 18 

God's People 34 

Gloom of Death 37 

God's Banner of Love 39 

God Does All 74 

Gloom O'ershadows the Mi nd 85 

God's People. 87 

God Gives the Life 97 

Grace Paid it All 10:5 

Gospel Tidings , . . . 105 

Gospel for All 131 

God is Everywhere 151 

Great Mystery 175 

God's Handiwork 179 

Heavenly Canaan 11 

His Name 28 

Help Us to Pray 29 

He Will Save Us 139 

He Comes , 155 

He Oareth for You 172 

Heaven 177 

Heaven 158 

Home 222 

In Peace 107 

In Memory of a Departed Brother 143 

In the World 162 



INDEX. 241 

Jesus Our Savior 9 

Love 6 

Last Farewell 22 

Lift Us Up 35 

Let Love be Ours 38 

Love 118 

Love 181 

Let Not Your Heart be Troubled 223 

My Works and Ways 69 

My Poor Life 70 

My Poor Ways 149 

Not Here 226 

O Could 1 Tell 76 

Our Delight 102 

Our Joys 102 

Our Hope 1 14 

Our Gloomy Life 119 

Our Desire 122 

On the Rolling Wave 144 

Our Lustful Eyes 156 

Pilgrims in the World 36 

Prayer 58 

Pain and Sorrow 86 

Parental Home 163 

Plea for Mercy 232 

Religion 12 

Religion is Life and Light 68 

Remember Ye the Lord 93 

Return , Repent 97 

Sea of Sin , 7 

Star of Bethlehem 24 

Spiritual Fami ly 50 

Sweet to Meet 66 

Shall We Hope to Meet Again 80 

Song 95 

Sing Songs in Praise to God 100 

Sheep Abroad 118 

Serving Out Our Time 130 

Song.. 136 

Speak Softly 156 

Stand by the Truth. 222 

Sinner's Low Appeal 221 



242 INDEX. 

The Reaper 2 

Thy W ay " 8 

The Heavenly Home 10 

The Church's Invitation 16 

The Stream of Love 19 

This Dreary Life 20 

The Way, the Truth and the Life. 21 

The Grave 28 

The World 43 

The Suifering Gate 44 

The Ciarnal Mind , .* 45 

The Kingdom Shall Stan d 47 

The Young.... 51 

This Life is Like a Stream 52 

The Apostle Paul 53 

The Preacher 56 

To Concord Association 6i 

To Die is Gain 64 

The Conflict '. 65 

1 he Gospel Bell 72 

Thankfulness 73 

The Good old Way 76 

The Lord Knows <^ur Way 82 

The Triune God 83 

The Time to Die 84 

The Poor, Lone Beggar 86 

The Church 89 

Thankfulness 90 

They a»e Gathering Htnne 93 

The Bitter Cup 100 

The Church 101 

The Gospel Plan 104 

The Good Old Church 1 08 

The Least HI 

The Gospel 115 

The Apostlt^ Paul 120 

To Be Born Again 123 

'I'hanksgiving Day 1^4 

The Grave 125 

The Song of Love 131 

The Strait Way 134 

'Tis Sweet to Meet 136 



INDEX. 243 

The Unseen God 138 

The World 140 

Thankful 160 

The Grass V\' ill Grow Green 164 

The rea*ion 173 

The Dangerous Journey H8 

The Young 221 

The Heathen 224 

The Lonely Dead 227 

The Poor, Helpless Cripple 228 

Un regenerated 96 

Waiting for the Promised Land 41 

Wayside Sinner's Lamentation 47 

Weary Not 59 

We (Jome 62 

We Would Skip the Hills 63 

We Will Pass On 66 

We Must Look Beyond — 92 

Wandering Pilgrim 106 

With Christ Above 120 

Wandering Children 126 

With God 129 

We Long for Rest 157 

Where Shall Wisdom be Found 168 

Went Astray... Ill 

We Must Wait 60 

Who Will Wait 224 

Where Shall Unfailing Rest be Found 233 

You Must be Born Again 225 



PROSE. 

Page. 
(Jrilicism From the World 200 

Love 212 

Old and Young 205 

Stubbornness in the Church 185 

Time 215 

The Gospel Preacher 217 

What Must We do to be Saved 192 



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